The air had a contradictory mixture of both liberation and enslavement.
Liberation in the sense that she was once again free. Free from all of the do's and don'ts of the High House.
Free from the constant teases and taunts that she had to endure from the other divine girls. Free from having to pretend like serving Prince Cargan was okay and not awkward.
Indeed, she was free…
Yet, she was burdened. She was burdened by the reality of no longer being what she was.
… what brought her into the limelight. What she recently just became.
A High House Scholar.
She was not one anymore and she wasn't ready yet for all the troubles that would come after that.
She was back on the streets and she could not even go home. For now, she needed to lie low somewhere and think.
It was even more sad that she could not wear her High House Scholar uniform anymore and she had no dime on her.
