Celia was wiping her tears at this moment, her eyes red and swollen, and with her simple elegance, she appeared pitiful and evoked sympathy. Although Sonia was confident in her superior looks, Celia had the advantage of temperament, atmosphere, and tear-stricken makeup; Sonia couldn't surpass her no matter what.
"Ingrid, I'm skipping class."
"Mm," Ingrid also expressed her understanding.
However, just as Sonia was about to leave the Practical Combat Hall, a thunderous shout shook the dust off the ceiling.
"Felix, come here!"
A tall, black-haired Sword Master shouted loudly, "You dare to toy with my sister's feelings, surely you are not too cowardly to show up?!"
