End Of Classes

Selena walked along the corridor with her hands on her lips, gently nibbling on her fingers.

It was something she did when she was frustrated and didn't know what to do.

Selena couldn't figure out who made the scratch on the dummy.

She could easily fix her dilemma if she simply questioned the students, but she didn't want any other Noble family to attract such a student's attention.

'A disciple'

She had been looking for someone to teach her swordsmanship. And Selena had identified the ideal individual for the job.

If she asked the students directly about it, every other noble family would find out.

And the support of a great noble family would undoubtedly be more valuable to any student than a single swordmaster.

She had just entered her room and sat on her bed. Selena was not even bothered to change her clothes while she searched for a solution.

"Argh, what am I going to do?"

Selena wasn't all that bright.

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