The next day.
Four Eyes Tower, Mystic Academy.
"Did you like the ending of the story, Miss Anaselle?"
In Marquis Signus Flamborn's daughter's dormitory room, Yeri Anon and Amara von Vael casually stood by the door. The two girls visited her under the guise of being summoned by the very girl they mentally traumatized just before the beginning of the morning class.
"W-what did you do to me…? Where's Rani and Mika…?" Anaselle, who was sitting by the side of her cozy bed while donning the Mystic Academy's formal uniform, gazed around, only to find nothing but the two inhumane individuals in human disguise.
"Sigh. You ought to thank us first, don't you? If not for the last-minute change of mind, you'd already be dead from blood loss. No, not only that perhaps."
Hearing this, Anaselle vividly remembered yesterday's cold evening. It was unknown how close she was to death.
