As Idalia, lifting her head to find a seat, was about to be called by Heath, he quickly closed his mouth, seeming unsure after seeing Megara’s reaction, despite Megara smiling casually.

Idalia quietly went to an empty table alone. And as she took a few bites of the sandwich, she coughed as if her throat was blocked.

“Cough! Cough, cough!”

In the student cafeteria, the positions where the servants usually waited and the places where the owners sat were clearly separated. Simon, who had been watching Idalia from afar, quickly approached and handed her water.

After drinking water and barely suppressing her cough, Idalia received silent gazes. No one asked if she was okay, just pointed, sharp looks like pointed blades.

If it were Alecto, he would have shouted, asking what she was gawking at. If it were Lianon, her face would have turned red, and she would have glared at each person.

But Idalia, having not eaten much of the sandwich, handed it to Simon and just weakly stood up and left the cafeteria.

Neris did not take her eyes off Idalia’s retreating figure for a long time.

Idalia Kendall was kind. At least, unless it harmed her. So, she would only intervene when others led the way to doing something wrong.

Stumbling into the affairs of villains, taking a step into it, when the real villain changes tactics, I wouldn’t even know how to defend.

Neris’s words to Idalia, ‘Thanks to you, it was resolved well,’ were, of course, meant to make Megara suspicious of Idalia.

To make Megara, in order to remove her own suspicions, readily abandon Idalia.

However, there was a bit of sincerity included.

If Idalia hadn’t moved Simon last night or hadn’t brought him to the student council room this morning, Neris would have been in serious trouble.

Did Megara really think that Idalia betrayed her and gave Neris a warning about the theft of the exam papers in advance?

It was an unknown matter. And probably a good thing.

The important thing was that Megara had the power to at least subtly isolate Idalia.
Megara went to her frequently used table with her friends, laughing and chatting excitedly. And they began to eat.

⭐⭐⭐

After the midterms, assignments poured in. As if teachers wanted to ensure that what you learned throughout the year wouldn’t be forgotten even after summer vacation, they assigned piles of tasks.

Diane screamed just at the assignments for her 1st-year courses, and Neris studied about five times more than that. And that’s how she applied for courses for her 2nd year in such a chaotic state.

‘Whatever that rumor is,’ it flowed into the ears of all 1st-year students without them knowing who uttered it.

“I heard Idalia Kendall transferred to the theology department.”

Even Clydwin, not a 1st-year student, spread the rumor with a perfectly normal face.

The fifth floor of the Zacharia Library was quiet. At this time, it was as quiet as it could be in the school library, providing the best possible silence for this period.

Thanks to that, Neris, who had piled up books like a mountain for her assignments, searching for the necessary parts, didn’t show any interest.

“Are you bored?”

The sharp words that popped out after reading a few more pages of the book were all that there was to it. Clydwin smiled charmingly with his handsome face.

“For now.”

“Since you’ll inherit the Grand Lord soon, read a few more lines when you’re free.”

There was no appointment to meet today. Neris just found the reading room in this building to study in a place with no people.

Clydwin’s expression didn’t change even in response to her dry reply.

“You won’t be bored if you look this way.”

“Then keep being bored.”

Neris was really busy. She needed to have noticeably good grades so that she could take as different courses as possible from other 1st-years next year.

Who knows if teachers would say, ‘Since you seem to be struggling because you’re young, let’s build a better foundation’ even if only the average grades come out? Moreover, the subjects Neris chose were full of enthusiasm from the teachers, but as much as she was learning, she had to follow along with the willingness to die.

Neris, who was seen as killing time in the library chair and not missing Clydwin, although she didn’t have the same subjects as him, saw his grades attached to the back of her senior’s classroom and found that he was different from anyone else.

“In the middle.”

There was no need to respond this time. Neris felt that the image she had of Clydwin when she first met him was slightly ruined. She thought he was a person who only said what was necessary.

A little later, Clydwin stood up from where he was sitting, opposite Neris’s desk, and walked somewhere.

Neris didn’t seem interested, thinking that Clydwin was probably going to kill time again.

However, just after Clydwin hid behind a pillar, she heard a whisper-like voice coming from that direction, making her pause.

If the reading room wasn’t quiet, she wouldn’t even have known the existence of the low whisper. Like a bug buzzing far away, the voice wasn’t irritating.

But now Neris seemed to understand why Clydwin kept coming to the library so strangely.

Her secret place was, in fact, his secret place too. Just with a more practical meaning.

Today seemed to have a meeting with his subordinates again. Probably, near the chair, there seemed to be some communication device hidden.

Judging by the design of the chair that didn’t quite fit into the library, he probably originally had a meeting somewhere else and moved here once.

Although the medical library was an out-of-place choice as a secret meeting place, thinking about it, it wasn’t impossible. Once there were no people, and there were spaces not easily visible from the outside.

‘Ah, so that’s why.’

She was pushing what kind of sword she had to wield even while sitting in her own chair.

Neris felt a bit amused to realize that she had chosen such a place comfortably without even knowing Clydwin’s true identity. Anyone could tell she was an assassin.
“That means what happened today.”

Clydwin deliberately revealed it. His important secret.