"Who are you?"
That was the first question thrown at Afina. In all sincerity, she felt utmost flabbergasted.
Was that question really necessary?
Was it not apparent she was dressed in the high house uniform?
Or, was her blueness not enough to stand out? Did her fame not stretch to the high house or were the High House guards merely trying to be difficult?
The final analysis she could give to this question that sounded absurd in her ears was that the High House gate guards never watch the news or scroll the internet.
Oh, well, she couldn't blame them. A week ago, she was probably the most ignorant and less informed girl in the line.
She was starting to think she was a spoilt brat too. There were many sides to being a spoilt brat. Hiding under her mother's garment away from the world was another type of being spoilt. The only difference between her and the other divine scholars was that she was spoilt justifiably.
