Sakuramoria

Nira, along with a crowd of agitated students, listened to the director's uneven announcement about the events that had, in an instant, ruined what had been such a beautiful day off. Studying the royal granddaughter's appearance with interest, she noted every detail of her outfit that seemed out of place, which might reveal her insecurity or confusion. She couldn't help but wonder what damage such an event would do to her reputation and mental state. How could they have allowed a maniac into their newly opened "elite" school! Would they try to cover it up, or would the scandal escalate? And all this just before the arrival of foreign guests! Turning her gaze to her fellow students, Nira observed their pale, frightened, tear-stained faces. It was very likely that most of them, like herself, only knew Ignatius from a few casually exchanged phrases. "A funny guy who dreamed of becoming a great wizard," and what else could she say about him? Was it worth putting on a show of grief and shedding tears over every fleeting moment in the ocean of life? A little later, hunched on her bed, with her arms crossed under her chin, Nira regretted for the first time that she didn't have a private room where she could indulge in her thoughts without worrying about those around her. Her mind was filled with a variety of thoughts and emotions: sadness for the ruined day off, anxiety about the hastily delivered painting worth a thousand coins – had it been damaged?, the adrenaline rush from events so fantastical that they seemed to have come straight out of a detective novel, sadness for the ban on visiting stores, and indignation at the uselessness of the city guard. How could they have ruined everything! However, she shouldn't be thinking about that right now. Now, she needed to force her excited mind to think in a completely different way – in a way that would ensure her own survival and prevent her from ending up as just another head in a trash can. But what could she do? Write a letter to her father asking him to send a dozen guards to escort her home? Obviously, that would be the best solution. Watching the spectacle from the sidelines might be interesting, but participating in it herself was a completely different matter. Getting up from the bed, Nira went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, where she carefully and critically assessed her appearance. In her life's theater, she had somehow come to terms with the role of a cheerful, popular, and friendly beauty, but now, by the will of fate, this scene was being replaced by dark, dramatic scenery, where there was no place for her, at least for a while. Well, if it weren't for the mortal danger, this would be a very curious new experience. Let's skip the cheerful smiles and naive expressions. Should she try adding notes of gloomy resignation, tearful eyes, and smudged mascara? No, that would be too much, and it would also damage her reputation. Settling on a neutral-serious style, Nira nodded approvingly at her reflection. It sets the tone for a conversation without unnecessary sentimentality, but at the same time maintains a proper interest in the situation and shows confidence. Leaving the room, the girl headed towards the lair of the maniac Duncan.

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oh, I messed up, I don't remember who announced it, but it doesn't matter.