"Greetings miss Elder Weld, Join us we have cookies." Tiffaney spoke simply. The last part was spoken softly and only audible to the noble target. It wasn't just Tiffaney, they asked her to join every time the saw each other under the pretext of greeting each other. If she complained about it, she would be the one who appeared to be stirring up trouble without substance.
Not that this would matter if the duchess made trouble, they were well prepared for that. In a weeks' time was the first exam of the quarter and it was clear the Duchess was struggling. Their land held a decent number of magical substances, as there was remnants of magic from an underground water table that ran underneath a domain. It wouldn't be wrong to say that this was the girl's most important class. Despite this, her frustration had reached its peak almost a week into this repeated matter.
