Chapter 56: Withering Flower [2]

"We've been told that our stigmata symbolizes the soul."

The Stigmata Fundamentals class wasn't a required subject. Not everyone had a stigmata, after all. 

But for those with enough extra credits—or just plain curiosity—it was an option to squeeze into their schedule.

Today, Charlotte had finally managed to squeeze it into her schedule, thanks to her grades.

"But what if I told you it's not just symbolic, but literal?"

The room went still. A few students straightened in their chairs.

"The stigmata and the soul are one, and are connected on a level most people don't understand. It's why each person only has one stigmata. It's not something you can trade, change, or give away. It's part of you, as much as your mind or heart."

Suddenly, a student raised their hand. The professor pointed at them.

"Yes?"

 "Professor, we were taught that a stigmata's ability reflects a person's trait or nature. How true is that?"