[center][h2]Lilac de Blanc[/h2][/center]
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"Hmph, I doubt that," Lilac replied. She could never imagine herself being attracted to something that required a lot of physical strength to work. She was a firm believer of brains over brawns. Not to mention her delicateness and her status as a lady. Hard labor was simply not for her.

What would she do after she mastered her magic? To be honest, she didn't really know either. Her magic type was healing magic. Did that mean she had to become a healer? She couldn't imagine herself working in a hospital or wandering around healing those in need. It simply didn't fit her image for herself.

It seemed Marth hadn't even discovered his own ability. So in that respect, she was ahead of him.

After saying his piece, Marth left her side of the room, going back to behind the sliding door. After he was gone, Lilac threw herself on her bed, hugging the pillow placed there. Her feelings were now all confused, thanks to Marth's question and the impending doom of attending the monster hunting classes. She remembered how the latter's teacher was a stern one, making her not looking forward to the class even more.

[i]Hmph, no use worrying about it. I'll just have to tackle it as it comes.[/i]

She disliked that approach however. She wanted her life to be structured and ordered, with no uncertainty and surprises.

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