[Calyra's POV]
By the time the names had been drawn and shuffled, the hall had settled into an expectant silence.
Calyra remained where she was, a little apart from the others, one gloved hand loosely resting on the curve of her waist while the other hung at her side.
Her blue eyes, cold and devoid of warmth, scanned the rearranged names on the screen.
A few minutes later, Silvena appeared beside her without much introduction.
She leaned against the balustrade with casual ease, her gaze following the shuffling of Class E scholars with a playful smile.
"So~ in the end, you really didn't volunteer."
"Of course, you told me not to." Calyra replied casually.
"I see~ Haa, anyway, I know you're thinking about it too… that this session would be a perfect trap for Class E, one that would have played out exactly as intended if not for him, right?"
Calyra glanced toward the one in question, who had so cleanly upended Delila's session.
