Chapter 8
Luka let out a sigh as he returned to his desk.
‘Seriously, Namia is just...’
He sighed again, the image of Namia’s always indifferent face flashing through his mind, and with it came a fresh wave of frustration.
‘I mean, what’s with those half-lidded eyes? She can’t even bother to open them properly? How lazy can you be?’
Namia Roafi.
She entered the academy as the top scorer, attracting everyone’s attention—then steadily hovered at the bottom of the rankings. Most people just shrugged it off with a, “She must’ve gotten lucky on the entrance exam.”
But Luka was different.
Because ever since that exam, he had set his sights on competing with Namia, watching her constantly.
‘I don’t know much about defensive scrolls, but... it felt like something amazing.’
Of course, that talent was just one of many things Namia had been hiding all this time.
And just like every other time, it would probably get quietly buried again.
‘But what the hell’s really going on with her? I knew she was treated horribly by the Baron and Baroness since academy days...’