She had deliberately inserted a letter she wrote in Lianon’s name and handwriting, visibly sticking it in the entrance of that secret drawer.

Since Natasha, not Nellusion, had come, it seemed that Abellus had discovered the letter well.

The student council room was, in principle, a space that all students could freely enter and exit. According to Neris’s memory, female students who tried to talk to Nellusion and Abellus often loitered around there.

The hypothesis ‘Lianon found Nellusion, visited the student council room, witnessed him opening his secret drawer, and thought it was Nellusion’s personal locker’ was the most reasonable of the existing possibilities.

Of course, there was no reason to think ‘someone who knows Lianon’s handwriting well had put a fake letter in Nellusion’s secret drawer to trap her.’

Neris acted well when she knew the student council room would be empty. It didn’t matter who between Nellusion and Abellus saw the letter sent under Nona’s name first, Lianon would be in trouble anyway.

But it would be nice if Nellusion was also troubled, and it happened as she wished.

(This is a time delimiter.)

Rumors that Lianon Berta had audaciously sent a love letter to Nellusion Elandria, and not even delivered it personally but sneaked into the student council room and left it on the desk, spread even among upperclassmen by the next day.

“Nellusion was very angry, they say. This year’s freshmen are noisy.”

During the Berlen language class, Ren, who had now consistently become Neris’s partner, spoke in a peculiar tone. Neris didn’t even look at him.

Eventually, Ren revealed his true feelings, that is, he asked Neris with a worried face.

“Are you okay? There seem to be a lot of weird kids.”

“What’s not okay?”

Neris replied nonchalantly. Ren grinned. His eyes were big, and his lower jaw was short, so he looked a few years younger than his age, especially when he smiled mischievously.

“You’re a busybody, aren’t you?”

“Not at all.”

Perhaps because of her needless meddling at their first meeting, Ren seemed to have a solid misunderstanding about Neris.
She knew well that she was coldhearted, wicked, and willful. Even if someone died before her eyes, she wouldn’t bat an eye, and she could even kill them herself. The number of people she had used and discarded for the Elrandria family and the Bista royal family was not small.

Len, who, of course, didn’t know such circumstances, merely giggled as if Neris’s reaction was cute. Volter, the knight, strictly cleared his throat.

“Eska buz habete fini a ekaril?” (Have you finished the writing as directed?)

“Wei, Sior.” (Yes, teacher.)

It was time to read the given text and write an essay. The students were quiet at first as they wrote, but soon fell into chitchat, only becoming quiet again after Volter, the knight, asked a question.

Neris submitted her essay obediently. Mahradi En muttered under his breath.

“Showing off.”

Neris paid no attention to Mahradi’s blatant provocation.

Since the first mistake in class, he had been nipping at Neris’s heels, but there was no reason to deal with him as long as the class’s atmosphere was not dominated by him.

Moreover, to argue, the other party must have a claim, and it was a waste of energy to care about something that didn’t even sound like words.

Instead, Len glared.

“What’s wrong, En. Why are you picking on a quiet kid?”

“What did I do?”

Mahradi raised an eyebrow. Neris sighed inwardly.

There was no need to bother with a fool, but Len couldn’t tolerate even small annoyances. Was this a trait he was born with, or was it due to his current situation?

Either way, he should only speak when he can turn the situation to his advantage, but he was still too young.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been coming forward all along, even though you’ve been quiet? Len Payel. Is that your taste? A sixyearold child?”

Sure enough, Mahradi smirked, thinking he had the upper hand.

Volter, the knight, looked displeased but did not immediately intervene. It was partly because the students were given as much freedom as possible under the school regulations, but also because Volter, the knight, liked to test by nature.

Neris, who naturally expected this, finally looked up at Mahradi. It had become a situation where she herself was insulted if she stayed quiet any longer. And it didn’t seem like Len could handle it.

Mahradi, who met her calm violet eyes, flinched unknowingly. Then, realizing that fact, his face turned bright red.

The opponent was a lower noble without a significant family name and was much younger. But that relaxed attitude, that disregard, that condescending look from a much higher person.

Neris’s small, thick lips slowly parted.

“It’s funny when Mahradi senior says that. How many years difference do you have with Megara? Five years?”

Mahradi’s attempt to talk to Megara and being coldly ignored was something that Aser Pendlandt had seen, and he unwittingly burst into laughter. Mahradi’s face flushed.

“Don’t talk rashly, freshman. You’re arrogant.”

“You spoke rashly first, senior. Does it mean you like saying ‘Don’t pick on someone who’s quiet’? Why, is it sensible?”

This time, more people laughed. Mahradi glared at Neris.

“Hey, you’re unlucky. Are you always like this?”

“I’m always unlucky. And I have a bad personality. So I’ll say it without turning back. If you have something to say, come straight, directly, and say it. Don’t mumble alone without courage.”