It's been two days since my confrontation with Boss Luna. Today was particularly dark—not the weather but the atmosphere around me. All the other students in the classroom had a gloomy expression... Well, to be more specific, the girls had a sad expression, while the boys seemed somewhat happy. However, in front of me was someone even gloomier.
"Ve-Vellerth, what does this mean?" Miss Noire asked.
"It's the twenty-thousand-word essay you asked me to bring, Miss Noire."
"I—I don't mean that, Vellerth..." Miss Noire pinched the bridge of her nose with a disappointed expression.
She was in front of the entire classroom as she looked over my essay with a more dejected face than usual. Why such a reaction? After all the effort I put into it!
"Vellerth, this isn't an essay; it's a repetition exercise!" she exclaimed.
"Ah! That's right!"
