Chapter 80 - 79: I am all-knowing[GTG]
"Who are you?" Ryan asked, gazing at the girl who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Her neck-length, lustrous blue hair was tied in a braid, and her eyes shone with an intensity that matched the gem-blue color.
She wore the academy uniform like everyone else, but with a certain flair. The blazer hung loosely on her shoulders, hinting at a strength that belied her slender frame. An inner white shirt strained against her overly mature bosom, the top button threatening to burst free. The skirt, barely long enough to be considered decent, revealed a hint of toned thigh.
"No one popular, just the person you’ve been searching for," she replied with a smirk that sent shivers down Ryan’s spine.
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Once again, they were all crammed into a familiar classroom. This time, however, an additional presence occupied a desk in the corner. The blue-haired girl, now identified as Flora, sat with an unsettling smile plastered on her pale face. Her presence triggered an unwelcome wave of déjà vu in Ryan, as he found himself sandwiched yet again between the ever-glaring Lyra and Helen. While a part of him didn’t entirely dislike the feeling of their attention, the silent hostility simmering between the two girls was a constant source of tension.
"So," he took a deep breath, breaking the stifling silence, and turned to address Flora directly. "Just call me Flora," she responded, her smile widening as she met his gaze. Unfortunately, the warmth it offered was instantly extinguished by the cold glare Helen shot her way.
Ignoring the silent battle brewing between the two females, Ryan continued, "Flora, we have a favor to ask of you—" His sentence was cut short by Flora’s confident interruption.
"I know what you want," she declared, the smirk on her lips morphing into a knowing grin.
"Huh... and that is?" Lyra challenged, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"Escape, isn’t it?" Flora replied, her voice laced with amusement. "You want to get out of here before THEY arrive."
A heavy silence descended upon the room, thick with unspoken dread.