The Lunar Academy Spirit Warriors shook their heads inwardly.
In their eyes, Zora's move was sheer foolishness.
After all, an inscription was no small gain. Whoever obtained it would clearly benefit.
And there was only one.
Surely the academy team would quarrel over it. Even if Zora meant well, this kind of generosity was bound to stir division sooner or later.
Drusilla and the others exchanged looks, already preparing themselves to enjoy the spectacle.
But what followed once again shattered their expectations.
There was no argument.
Not even the faintest hint of competition.
Instead, the academy Spirit Warriors discussed calmly, yielding to one another with genuine courtesy. The kind of humility that came straight from the heart, impossible to fake.
Drusilla's brows knit together. This… wasn't normal.
All of these southerners are weird as hell...
