Kaylie, a second-year student and Allen's classmate, stood off to the side, fidgeting nervously as her eyes darted around.
It wasn't just her who was nervous. But her situation was worse than others. After all, she was one of the non-combatant students who got caught in the chaos.
Each explosion made her flinch, and she instinctively stepped farther away.
"A-Are we going to die?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Stay calm, Kay. The Headmistress will protect us," her boyfriend—Davis—said, gently squeezing her hand.
What he didn't notice, however, were the sparks of mana flickering in her eyes behind her glasses.
While pretending to hide in the crowd, Kaylie was quietly chanting summoning spells across the academy grounds—deliberately keeping the teachers occupied. But despite all that effort, one thing nagged at her.
'Where the hell did that bastard take those three?' she thought, grinding her teeth in frustration.
