"That guy….He is crazy…."
A girl mumbled to herself as she walked inside the crowd of the academy. Her black eyes wandered around the place, looking for people.
[What do you mean?]
Inside her head, a hoarse voice echoed. She slowly lowered her hand, touching the small gem on her neck.
"This is the first time I am getting such a feeling from a person. It is as if he is also like me." With a crazed smile, she licked her lips.
[No. He is not.]
However, the voice she could hear didn't affirm that fact.
"I know. I didn't mean it that way." The girl replied as she approached a stall.
"Can I check these weapons?"
"Of course! These are some of the finest pieces of weaponry you'll find in this festival," the senior exclaimed with evident enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming as he gestured to the array of weapons.
