Haaaah~!
A long, beleaguered sigh escaped the lips of a stunning woman as she exhaled a plume of smoke from her elegantly carved Lesepfeife.
Leilah Grace, the principal of the academy, had always carried herself with a sense of poise and grace, her youthful appearance betraying the centuries of wisdom she possessed.
Yet, as she sat in her office, her usual aura of calm control was nowhere to be found. Instead, she looked like a woman teetering on the edge of exhaustion.
The recent incident had been resolved swiftly, but the aftermath was already proving to be a monumental headache.
The damage control alone was enough to make her feel ancient—something she hadn't experienced in ages, despite her mastery over time and age.
The once proud and graceful figure of Leilah was now slumped, as if the weight of the academy's troubles had finally taken their toll.
