"I HATE THAT BITCH!"
"H-Huh?""THAT GODDAMN DOORMAT!"
Evelyn?
Had the heroines finally crossed paths?
It seemed the plot was, without a doubt, moving forward, even without Verena's watchful interference.
Somewhere on campus, far from Verena's orbit, the threads had tangled on their own.
Two girls.
Two opposites.
One fated collision.
Sera stood in the training hall, practically vibrating with fury. The echoes of her voice still rang off the walls.
A confused third-year tried to duck past her without catching any shrapnel. "Uh—are you talking about... Evelyn?"
"OF COURSE I'M TALKING ABOUT EVELYN!" Sera snapped, throwing up her hands. "That pathetic, fluttery-eyed mess! The way she talks, like she's constantly apologizing for breathing. Who even lets someone like that into this academy?!"
Meanwhile, Evelyn, out of breath and halfway down the corridor, had no idea she'd just declared psychological warfare.
And Verena?
She was still blissfully unaware.
But not for long.
