Chapter 1291 It’s Like Talking To A Block Of Ice, Except It’s Got A Curvy Body, A Pretty Face, And Zayn Slept With It Before

Zayn stopped dead in his tracks. He was definitely the one at fault in this case—he really messed up big time. He hurt both Lysithea and his mother. Sighing heavily, he asked, “Is… Mother alright?” “You’re lucky she’s fine,” Lysithea snapped, “I’d maim otherwise!” Zayn went silent, letting only the howling wind speak for him. The gust had turned into a gale as it ferried their exchange, but for some reason, the words only arrived in a voice no louder than a whisper. Zayn asked again, very softly, “When can I see her again?” It was the mother of all depressing topics of conversation. Zayn had naively thought that achieving the perfect class would be enough to save his mother, but he knew better now. It was still a far cry from the minimum competency—he would not be able to rescue his mother if Ezra Sword stood in his way, let alone the Saint of Sicut in Caelo, who was rumored to have already achieved the legendary state of Invincibilis. “The day when you achieved Invincibilis, mayb