"Such a pity that the girl named Yurelia lacks experience dealing with illusions," Professor Rosalia remarked while lifting her monocle.
Headmaster Hareth stroked his beard. "Quite rare... Are you also interested in her?"
"Not really... I just pity her talent. Didn't little Alev teach her how to counter illusions?" Professor Rosalia looked softly at the headmaster and smiled.
That made the old man blush, which looked completely out of place on his aged face. "Ahem... maybe so."
In the section of noble family heads, Count Vellmarin sneezed loudly, causing a bit of mucus to drip. 'Who's talking about me?' The guard beside him quickly wiped it with a cloth sewn with Spirit Queen Spider thread.
The other nobles glared at him with jealousy and frustration. 'As expected of the richest noble. Did he do that on purpose!?' That was the general sentiment among them.
Marquis Arwyndel puffed his chest and laughed loudly. "Trying to show off to cover your son's loss, are you?"
