She is Eliza

Eliza's suspicious gaze followed me as I escaped from the crowd.

"Well, I'm sorry for them!"

"What geniuses! Who knows how far they could have gotten if they hadn't been murdered? Oh, what a shame!"

I brought my Oscar-winning acting skills, which I had kept concealed deep within me.

Eliza glanced at the man, who was often difficult to see through his thoughts, but now he was as open as a book.

“Pfft. Follow me; I had no idea my business partner had such amazing abilities."

"Alright, fine."

I followed her through the fair, where she would stop at various stalls to converse with students before moving on. And, because it was a fair, club stalls weren't the only ones there; many students set up stores offering whatever they believed was valuable or significant.

There were also some food stalls.

She wandered around the food booths, giggling as she ate, while I walked beside her, eating the same thing she did.