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The shock took a moment to wear off. She knew by now that Michelle’s doubt would increase if she realized she’d been shifted into the other class. Hail’s, Briane’s, Jane’s, and Reigna’s perception might waver one bit because they were sure all of them would remain a Skipper.
What you’ve been would always be… at least that’s how they saw it.
But there’s no point pondering about it now. After all, the main point of her being there was for the headmaster’s head, and she just has to deal with their doubts as she went. If ever they pose a threat to her plans, they must be moved out of the way.
“SWEETIE, LOOK!”
Z hurriedly stuff the box and the letter out of sight as Briane barged in, bringing with him a letter quite alike with hers. Unlike the Noble’s, the Skipper’s head used a scented parchment for the student’s letter of qualification. It’s embellished with golden crowns and an eye that featured a shadow’s figure than an iris.
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