#43

The wide, upright back that must have bent slightly to write a letter for her—just imagining that made Leonia’s fingers slow their gentle tracing over the paper.

As if she were really brushing her hand along Scandia’s back.

‘The only flaw in the Academy.’

It was agony not being able to see the person in her heart whenever she wanted.

Still, Leonia endured that single flaw with some difficulty.

“Miss Leonia, where are you going?”