The next day, the first class for the 1st-year students was dance. As Angharad Nine walked to the classroom, she keenly felt that the children were avoiding her more openly than usual.

‘It’s better this way.’

She tried to steel herself with determination. If she couldn’t expect a ‘good’ school life, she’d be satisfied with a ‘peaceful’ one. Anything would do, as long as it wasn’t a school life filled with unwarranted conflicts and humiliations.

Alexto, with a much-improved mood compared to the previous day, mingled among the children, chatting away. Her voice echoed through the corridors all the way to the dance hall.

“That kid messed up. Isn’t she a funny one? Tell me more about it at lunch later……. ”

Although not popular in the traditional sense, there was no child who disliked being a part of Alexto’s group. As a result, Alexto was quite knowledgeable about many students.

So, every time Angarad heard negative comments about someone, even though it was clearly about someone else, it felt like her breath was being cut off.

‘I won’t allow that anymore.’

Even though she grumbled, Alexto must have learned. Speaking ill of others would lead to punishment, no matter the type, towards any student.

As the class began, the children stood against the walls as usual, pairing up and changing partners as the music played.

Angarad, noticing that the only available girl was herself, felt a sense of humiliation as a boy approached her more than she disliked. The boy had shown particular favor to her before.

“Hey, stop it. She might call her dad again.”

Another boy passing by the stern-looking boy threw a taunting remark. The boy was holding hands with Neris, and that fact seemed rather proud.

Angarad found herself looking at Neris involuntarily. Even though Neris wasn’t mocking her, for some reason, Angarad wasn’t pleased with that fact.

Her anger surged. Shamelessly, without a hint of remorse! What kind of mess was this because of that wicked girl!

That girl should be the one in this state!

“Don’t hold hands tightly.”

Angarad’s partner complained before they even started dancing. Swearing by his oath, Angarad wasn’t particularly eager to hold hands with him. She was just dancing because she couldn’t stand alone.

Watching from the side, Neris gracefully turned with the support of her partner. The boy thought Neris seemed slightly happier, maybe because of dancing with him.

Was it because of dancing with me? Useless fantasies inflated in the boy’s mind.

Whether the boy spoke or not, Neris occasionally glanced at the classroom door.

The reason for her good mood was not because she became the partner of the boy who was one of the people who had tormented her in her past life.
She was waiting for someone’s visit. Considering that Nellusyon had come to her yesterday with a warning, just like in her previous life, ‘that matter’ was supposed to happen today.

There were no particular incidents, but for some reason, Angarad felt upset and tearfully left the class midway. However, the children’s dance class proceeded without any noticeable disruption.

When it came time to change partners, one girl was short, leaving an uneven number. The boys quickly seized popular female students, and even after the music started, Lianon remained.

Two boys exchanged unpleasant glances, and one of them had to dance with Lianon.

At that moment, a tall adult in a black coat knocked on the classroom door. Lady Lunis approached him and raised her eyebrows.

“Who are you? We’re in the middle of class.”

The children didn’t miss the fact that a white ribbon was attached to the adult’s chest. Some understood its meaning.

It was an obituary.

“Excuse me. I came to pick up our young lady.”

Lady Lunis softened her attitude, thinking that he might be someone’s close family member who had passed away.

“Which family are you from?”

“I’m from the Berta family. I used to be a servant under the former Berta Duke before he became the current Berta Marquis.”

Berta. Lianon’s gaze turned to the entrance of the classroom at the mention of that name. She opened her eyes wide and called out the servant’s name in a new voice.

“Olli!”

“Miss.”

Olli greeted Lianon, holding his hat to his chest. Lianon approached him, pushing through the dancing children.

“What’s going on?”

“Just a moment.”

Lady Lunis sent the two out to let Lianon talk to her household servant, closing the door. The children pretended not to be interested, but their ears perked up.

Soon, a child with particularly good hearing who was near the classroom door whispered what he heard to his partner, and the partner shouted what he heard to the next child. Soon, everyone inside the classroom knew the purpose of Olli’s visit.

The old Berta Marquis and his heir, Berta Duke, both died simultaneously in a carriage accident. Berta Marquis’s second son, Berta Marquis, succeeded to the marquisate.

Lianon Berta became the daughter of the marquis, officially becoming a high-ranking young lady.

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