The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Even as Elysia packed her belongings, her hands trembled, causing her to repeatedly drop things. Every single movement felt clumsy.

"That, that madman, what the hell was that...!"

While Frondier was distracted by the devils, Elysia crawled through the secret passage. Literally crawling. It wasn't intentional, but her legs had given way, leaving her unable to stand.

However, once she had passed through the secret passage and emerged from the wardrobe into her bedroom, she felt a sense of returning to her original place.

This renewed her energy, and she used all of it to escape.

"I, I have to run away..."

Whether Frondier had come for her or for the devils, Elysia didn't know, and frankly, she didn't care.

She didn't want to be involved with devils anymore. Being involved with Frondier was even worse. So, she needed to get away from that wretched mansion as quickly and as far as possible. Forget about parties or banquets.

This is the punishment God is giving me for not forgetting the glory of my days as royalty.