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Cynthia, however, barely registered the conversation.

Her gaze remained fixed on the blue-haired girl before her, her thoughts swirling.

'So that's Elsa… the belle of the academy.'

She had heard countless rumors about Elsa—about her beauty, her noble lineage, and the admiration she received from both men and women alike.

But standing before her now, Cynthia realized none of those rumors did the girl justice.

Elsa wasn't just beautiful.

She was stunning.

Her elegance, the way she carried herself—it was effortless, natural, almost as if she had been born to stand above others.

Cynthia bit her lip.

She had always been confident in her own beauty, but before Elsa, even she felt… lesser.

A sharp voice suddenly cut through her thoughts.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

Emerald's voice was laced with irritation, her blue eyes glaring at Elsa.