"My lady! The student council is interfering with our people at the entrance test."
In a room coated with lavender, the fresh breeze of air sent along the booming voice of a panicked student. The room with lavender walls and a carpet just as shade darker was filled with furniture made of the finest rosewood.
This place on the thirteenth Island of the Academy city over in the floating archipelago for a district, housed one of the youngest and yet the strongest faction of the academy.
All those who passed with flying colors had to join or create a faction, or a house in the academy. While most continued donning the mantle of their seniors, the state was different with this one.
In just one year, this group had grown to a point that even the student council was worried about their authority.
"There a few seemingly great students in the list my lady. The student council especially has their eyes on the top performing trio."
