Faustina had been fidgeting as she got out of her room. What was making her nervous? That—she doesn't know. First thing she knew was that she was feeling anxious because she was having dinner with the schoolmistress' son. But that does not have any corresponding meaning other than that certain fact and Sheila's words.
Faustina walked to the castle of her dormitory, and naturally, they would give her glances. Curious and prying glances. She was, after all, dressed and looks like she was ready to go somewhere else.
She passed by the halls and the stairs until she finally reached the lobby. And then, sauntering towards the student clerk who was the prefect of Ianua VI, she was greeted with a welcoming smile.
"Oh, if it isn't Faustina, the girl with the irregular mana."
Faustina shifted uncomfortably.
