[The Next Day]
Lillian tapped the class desk with her finger, staring wryly at Marionette, whose eyes were gazing at a specific part of her body.
"You're staring quite intently at my chest, huh...?"
Since breakfast, Marionette had been taking glances at them, although they were quite hard to notice at the beginning.
She was starting to think Marionette was quite perverted as well.
The Assassin turned her face away at her words, murmuring, "It's your fault."
Lillian's ears twitched at this. She stared incredulously at her.
"Wha—"
SLAM.
Mirage slid the door open and strolled into the room with his usual cold smile, "Good morning, everyone! Hope you all enjoyed your weekends, for we're back to lessons now."
As Mirage went on with his lesson, Lillian was bored out of her mind in the back. She was blocking out most of what was going on in the lesson, but still jotted down notes to keep up the act she was listening.
