In a brightly lit royal looking room, a girl was sitting at the table near the window. Her red hair falls down to her waist as her concentration reaches the peak while she looks at a certain diary on the table. She corrects her glasses and takes a sigh before continuing to write.
ANNA'S POV:-
Dear diary,
It has been 5 months since I needed to join the Royal Academy. Looking back at the time I have been allotted here, no, to be honest, it all started mainly 7 months earlier when The Demons and Devils failed miserably and lost at their attempt to kidnap Corey and the others.
To be honest, their plan failed because of a certain mage, or it would be really odd to call him a mage at his point but, since I have no other words to define that guy, I will call him a mag-
"Hey! Anna, what are you writing?"
-Slam
