“I’m so sorry, Miss Alrn.”

Faybi looked as though she’d gladly offer her neck if it would make things better, her face full of guilt. She seemed deeply upset at the thought of causing trouble for me after I comforted her.

“I tried to explain things to the girl I met on my way back, but I guess my words weren’t enough.”

So that’s how the rumor spread.

On her way back from my room, Faybi, still in tears with a face all messed up, ran into one of her close friends. The girl, seeing the state Faybi was in, …