The Headmaster

For three days, the school had been turned upside-down. Ms. Selene was sure that the culprit was still there, bidding his time to kill yet another prey. Mr. Heirt strongly disagreed with her because, as he put it, the culprit may have never existed at all. Doc Liv’s a skilled and notable doctor, but she’s also old and, basing on his student years, a twinge in the head or, in other words, crazy. 

“Mr. Heirt, I don’t believe that a decent Wielder such as Mrs. Livia will kill herself,” reasoned out Ms. Selene. 

They were at the hall’s storage room, standing one meter away from each other, their faces illuminated by the light coming from the hall. 

“Why not, Selene? However decent she is, she can also experience emotional fatigue. Let’s say she faced a problem, like—you know—lack of sexual intimacy—”

“For Christ’s sake! She’s happily married—”

“Not from what I’ve heard, no,” intervene Mrs. Halcht, her knees wobbling. “Her husband put it to hi