Xavian was stupified.
What caught him was not the terrible naming sense the Naverns apparently had, or the secret Nein had kept away from them, instead, it was what each of them were named.
Non, was french for no.
Não, was spanish for no too.
Heт, was russian for the same word, and Nein was also german for no.
Turning to the strigoi, he asked.
"Why are they all named like that?"
Breanne answered mechanically.
"That is simply because they are all under the threat of Naver's wraith taking over their body.
When one is a vessel for a wraith, it was very easy to lose control, however simply telling the person not to lose control could serve as an anchor to hold the person in control.
Thus, all Naverns are called No, but in different languages in order to tell them apart."
Xavian stroked his chin.
"I see, say you're good with healing magic, right?"
The strigoi curtly nodded.
"Yes, My Lord, I am."
So Breanne took to healing the internal injuries that the system could not heal.
Soon, the door burst open as Anais rushed into the classroom.
Looking around, all she could see was the blonde teenager leaning tiredly against the wall as the new magic teacher performed healing magic on him.
Anais sighed internally as she walked into the empty classroom.
"What the heck am I even doing here?"
Her voice made Xavian wearily look up.
"Anais?, What are you doing here?"
However, the black haired teenager spat back, her eyes literally glowing yellow in irritation.
"I should be asking you the same!
Your...weird... Dhampir magic stuff made me have to come here, while you're busy over here enjoying the magic theory teacher romancing you!"
For some reason, which she herself did not even know, seeing Breanne put her hands on Xavian and having her body in such a close proximity to his irked her quite a lot.
Xavian blushed slightly.
"She's not 'romancing' me or whatever the hell that means.
She attacked me and tried to suck my blood, we fought, I won, and now she's...'sorry' so she decided to heal the injuries she caused.
Right, miss Wu?
Breanne looked up for a second.
"Yes, My Lord."
Xavian tensed up.
"Uh, I changed my name to My Lord?"
Anais sighed and sat on a nearby desk.
"Okay, cut the crap. I know that you had a fight and almost died, you somehow did to her what you did to me and turned her into one of your dhampir somethings, and I know that you have a system."
Xavian opened his mouth to deny her true allegations, but froze at the mention of the system.
No other person on earth apart from him, and whosoever had created the contents of the silver briefcase, knew about the system.
"How the hell do you know that?"