Artemis had summoned me to the library, so I figured I'd humor her. When I arrived, I was greeted by a woman who seemed to be scowling at me. Why did the vice president of the student council always glare at me? I suspected it had something to do with Artemis.
If memory served, her name was Anya von Estus, a noble from another country with the unique ability to control hair. While I wasn't particularly eager to acquire her skill, I couldn't deny its potential usefulness. Perhaps after I was done dominating the women I had my eye on in the academy, I'd consider approaching her next. But for now, she wasn't a priority.
Anya led me to the office where the librarian usually resided. Upon arrival, she opened the door for me, and I stepped inside. Artemis was seated nearby, sipping tea at a small round table. As I entered, she set down her cup and greeted me with a smile.
"You're here," she said, then turned to Anya. "You can leave now, Anya."