The classroom still buzzed with an energy of its own—students shifting in their seats, chairs scraping faintly against the floor, and the rustle of papers and robes filling the air. Yet around Luca, it felt unnaturally still. His gaze locked on the figure settling gracefully into the chair beside him, and his breath hitched. His eyes widened, disbelief twisting through his chest.
Why is she here? The thought slammed against his mind like a hammer. It makes no sense… she should be in the main party. Not… not here.
His lips moved almost on their own, the words slipping out in a low mutter.
"Ahh… Saintess?"
She turned her head slightly, her movements as fluid as water, her long lashes lowering as she smiled at him. Her posture remained perfectly composed, back straight, hands folded lightly on her lap. Then, tilting her chin in quiet grace, she spoke with a serene warmth.
"Ah, thank you for agreeing. I didn't think it would be this easy."
