Sniff. Sniff.
"…Archmage?"
After the meeting, for reasons only she understood, Soliette Dominique had dragged Vanitas aside and immediately started sniffing him.
Sniff. Sniff.
Vanitas stared at her flatly. Was this some kind of twisted prank? Soliette was known for her eccentricities and her occasionally questionable sense of humor, but even for her, this seemed excessive.
After several more seconds of sniffing every inch of the air around him, Soliette finally looked up at him and frowned.
"You're using dark magic, aren't you?"
"…."
Vanitas returned the gesture with a frown of his own.
"I wouldn't say practicing," he said. "I'd say I have no choice but to use it openly now."
"Vanitas…"
The act of using dark magic was taboo. A stain that scholars were expected to avoid at all costs.
If the public were to find out, the consequences would be severe. The Scholars Institute alone would tear him apart. And the traditionalists would make his life a living hell.
