Dahlia was indeed dragged in.
Her expression was somewhat uneasy, probably feeling that the situation didn't seem normal. She was indeed seeking help... but why did it feel like she had entered a pirate's den?
Especially this senior named Isabella, why was she looking at her with such fervent eyes...
Sam noticed the girl's discomfort. He coughed slightly, using a covert glance to remind Isabella not to go overboard.
Isabella then realized her earlier behavior might have been too eager and calmed down, adjusting her expression before calmly looking at the bespectacled girl in front of her.
"Hello, you're from... the Literature Department?"
Dahlia shook her head.
"It's the Youth Literature Department, not the Literature Department."
"What's the difference?"
Isabella glanced at Sam in confusion, and Sam shook his head to indicate he had no idea either.
