Chapter 113.1
Fake Heroine
The “girl” was clearly “unique” according to the students who had received an aristocratic education.
Her soft, reddish-dark blonde hair, combined with the restlessness in speech and behavior, gave her the impression of a chick.
Her face was not so beautiful but rather adorable. Her large eyes, with their corners drooping, appeared drowsy, and when combined with her petite physique, which was appropriate for her age and perhaps her lack of magical power, created a mysterious atmosphere in which she could be forgiven for wearing knee-length skirts that a noblewoman would be chastised for being immodest.
“Theo-kun, look at me. I’m attending such a splendid school. It’s so nice!”
“Young lady, please calm down. Let go of my arm…”
The Cruzian boy steward, whose arms were being held by the girl, muttered in annoyance, and the girl held the boy’s arms even tighter as he tried to get out, warning Theo, who was one year younger than her, in an older sisterly tone.
“No, Theo, you can’t. I told you to call me by my name, didn’t I? We are like a family now, so don’t be a stranger.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Just as the attention of the surrounding students begins to shift to the subtle atmosphere of being improper, a black carriage arrives, and a dark-haired young lady in a navy-blue dress and dark red robe steps out.
Even if they didn’t know her, the students made way for her because of her strange atmosphere and morbid appearance, and she opened her mouth gracefully in front of Theo and the girl with him.
“You’re in my way.”