That night, Myrene was staring blankly at her ceiling. The dimly dark ceiling of the cell room she had stayed in for the past few weeks.
She had been living her entire past life without relying on anyone other than herself. That was why she was not used to someone willingly offering their hand to help her.
She continued to stare at the ceiling. 'I understand better now that I can't do everything myself. That is why I even think of creating that contract with the Headmistress. At first, I thought I could use that so that none of my classmates here will get hurt anymore. But I didn't think further than that.'
The chains on her neck and even her feet have been removed as well. The day when I woke up from being trapped in the illusion. She had gained a new magic skill.
The Prayer of Purification.