-Murmur, murmur.

-Click, clack. Click, clack.

-What the...? Why is she here? Wasn’t she expelled? -She didn’t get expelled, she dropped out, right? -Even so, what kind of confidence does she have to come back to the academy? Did she re-enroll? -Ah... damn, this sucks.

With my hands in my pockets, I confidently strolled down the academy hallway, listening to the murmurs of the female students. One familiar face stood out—Lady Vienna, the same girl I had showered with sand during the ranking match. She seemed so “pleased” to see me again after all this time, glaring daggers at me …