Four Eyes Tower, Mystic Academy.
In one of the publicly available training halls.
"Hey, can't you stop sulking now? It's been a few days already." Amara looked at Yeri as both of them slowly ran a few laps, circling the perimeters of the area.
"Don't talk to me. I'm running." Princess Quintella's expression was dull, as though her countenance painted the absence of will to live.
"Sigh, seriously. Grey isn't mad, okay? H-hey!" Amara stopped in her tracks to take a breather, her supple hands on her knees while her emerald eyes seemed to pierce through Yeri's back.
"You don't know that!" Princess Quintella shouted from a distance.
A few days ago, when the first meeting about the practical class known as Dungeons and Labyrinths: Companion Raid, which included every student's personal or academy-assigned butler, Grey advised Princess Quintella.
"From now on, you will stay here with Amara and not in our home."
