Chapitre 182: The Blood Rain

"DO NOT BE FRIGHTENED, CHILDREN." The veiled nun, Sister Mercy urged.

"How can we not?" A girl commented. The shades on her eyes and tribal turban marked her as one of the long progeny of Medusa. Hissing sounds could be heard under the tightly wound headgear. One would think a girl with snakes for hair would fear very little. But this was not the case. At the moment, the illuminated classroom seemed more of a cellar in an Alexandrian treasure pyramid than a teaching hall.

The hollow torches lighted the nun's extra pale face, turning her innocent face to something of a creepy bambino. Outside the citadel was now total black; it was like night class. Bats whizzed about in the open air. One flew in, diving a scraggly path for the Medusa girl's Unari veil—the little serpents underneath looking very fetching to the bat.