"Cut it out, Allen."
A voice sliced through the tension, and all eyes turned to a young girl with a cascade of auburn-brown hair. She commanded attention not only with her surreal beauty but also her full white blazer uniform. Bright yellow eyes, almost unnaturally sharp, fixed on Allen with a critical gaze.
She was Roda Cinda Moonfang, hailing from the illustrious Great Moonfang House, the lone Great Noble House of the Werewolves. Despite her undoubtedly superior physical strength compared to Allen, her delicate, feminine form betrayed none of it. She was, after all, one of the [Main Heroines] of the [Second Game] and a potential successor to the role of the next Prophetess. A unique position for a First Year student.
"What's your problem, Roda?" Allen's voice dripped with an overtone of flirtation as he stepped back.
