The ballroom was alive with celebration—laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air as the first-years reveled in their newfound freedom.
But unlike most of her peers, Amy sat quietly at a round table near the edge of the hall, her posture graceful and reserved.
Surrounding her were a group of girls from noble families.
Their conversation flowed easily, mostly about status, their families, and the power they held as noblewomen.
One of the girls, a tall brunette with a confident air, looked over at Amy with a curious smile.
"So, Amy, you're the Blessed Sage now. I imagine you'll be taking on a lot of responsibility soon.
Tell me, what's it like to have such an important role? How do you manage?"
Amy barely registered the question, her thoughts miles away.
She turned her head slightly toward the girl and dismissed the inquiry without a second thought.
"It's nothing worth discussing."
