Chapter 581

After Sheila was done narrating the first time she had come in contact with rare humans, Ava raised her hand in query.

She had read in one of her special books—an avid reader like her grandfather—about humans being entrusted with gifts by the gods sometimes—especially in cases where the supernaturals fail to see reason, or fail to accomplish their purposes on this earth.

“Yes, Ava. What is your question?” Sheila asked; confidence pruned with calmness was her epitome at the moment, the exact attributes that they have always known her for.

“Rare human. The type you had met. What are they?”

Sheila cocked her head to the side, contemplating the best way to explain this.

“They are humans quite alright, but they were chosen randomly by the gods. The ones I know of are the Ingodils. I’m sure Annabel is part of the family, since the latter had mentioned them being overseers of the training field. They have an ancestry dedicated to keeping supernaturals away fro