A high podium overlaid with dark curtains, a dimly lit room, and that lone beam of light shining on the girl.
Cyril stood below the stage, alongside numerous freshmen, watching the girl ascend to the podium. He did not know this black-haired, blue-eyed girl, which was somewhat odd, because Edith Academy was unlike other ordinary institutions. Those chosen by the Academy to represent the freshmen in their speech were either sufficiently outstanding and admired by others or had such substantial familial backgrounds that few students would feel dissatisfaction.
However, if it were such a student, they would usually have a certain reputation before even entering school. The Jade Skirt might be vast, but there are only a handful at the Top Rank; living in the South First District all year round, it was impossible not to have heard her name before.
