"Ahh—"
As the suffocating Aura dissipated, Geraldine felt a wave of relief wash over her, allowing her to breathe freely once again.
The tension in the air gradually eased, and she found herself able to move, though her hand still clutched the hilt of her sword. She looked at the mysterious lady, her eyes filled with a mixture of caution and curiosity.
"I apologize… I just reacted like that after sensing your Aura. It's my mistake." Geraldine said as she calmed down. She then released her grip to the hilt of her sword.
"I don't mind it. I'm sure you know some hateful Dark Arcanists… I was also like that. Ah, are you going to participate in the Competition?"
"Yes! I'm Geraldine Walsh, a fourth-year student at Kildare Academy. Are you here to participate as well?"
