A barrier of Archon Tier had arisen around the Academy, spotless yet preventing any intrusion, built by the Principal himself.
Which was why Mel was quite relaxed; aside from the only Archon ranked skilled in intrusion, no one could break through the academy.
A long mewl escaped Mel, her head idly leaning toward Maria's.
"Sorry, Rosana."
Feeling the smooth, brown hair caressing her cheek, Mel muttered.
Then, a mischievous, teasing smile played at her lips.
"But my heart belonged to everyone! Not for sale, but for my own whimsical liking!"
The open provocation, loud and clear, stirred a rustling in the grassland nearby.
Rosana blinked, then frowned slightly behind her; her nose briefly picking up a familiar scent.
An annoying one, to be precise.
Mel and Maria, kindred spirits that fully sympathised with Rosana, folded their palms over their quivering lips.
Coughing twice, Mel pretended a serious face.
