Arthur's attention, however, wasn't on Oliver. His gaze remained fixed on the girl standing beside him—the Vice President, Amara Harper.
Amara Harper.
The elder sister of the grumbling girl seated behind him, Luna Harper.
The eldest daughter of the Water Mage Tower Master.
Unlike her sister, Amara wasn't a prodigy. Her talent in magic was merely above average, nowhere near the brilliance that Luna exuded from a young age. But that wasn't why Arthur's focus lingered on her.
Was she beautiful?
Of course, she was.
This was a world based on an eroge, after all. Here, beauty was a given—every character was either breathtakingly beautiful or devastatingly handsome.
Was she a heroine?
No.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
Amara Harper was a villainess.
