The lunch bell rang like a gentle chime across the marble halls of Vermillion Academy, but the moment it echoed, the atmosphere shifted with smooth, choreographed chaos.
In the grand cafeteria—if it could even be called that—sunlight poured in from crystal-paneled windows that stretched nearly two stories high. Glass chandeliers glittered above polished white floors, and rows of gleaming wooden tables ran long and regal beneath the glass-pane ceiling, each table adorned with gold-trimmed trays and soft velvet seating.
This was not a school lunchroom.
It was a hall fit for nobility.
And here, the nobles gathered.