A Day Before the Fourth Trial.
Felix and his group occupied their usual corner at the far-left edge of the hall.
They arranged themselves in an arc, forming a half-circle wall. The outer members stood like guards, while the stronger ones remained closer to the center. At the heart of it all sat Felix, legs crossed, one foot resting casually on the back of a kneeling boy who acted as his human stool.
The atmosphere around them was relaxed. Too relaxed.
Then…
"Make way for my Lady, you losers."
A clear female voice echoed from behind them.
Page frowned. "That voice…"
She leaned slightly to see past the crowd.
"Isn't that Nina?"
Felix's expression darkened the moment he heard Nina's name.
Wherever Nina appeared…One person always followed.
"That means Lady Vera is here," Lyra whispered, and for once, her usual playful smirk disappeared.
Even Gareth tilted his head slightly.
Why would Vera come here?
