Sakuramoria

“Sherochka, at least leave a few admirers for the rest of us…” Nira commented, lazily propping her cheek with her hand, looking at her glowing friend. She herself hadn’t yet decided which of the goddesses she would favor, even after the lectures from last month, but after the failures of the past few weeks, she was increasingly fascinated by her disappointment with the current state of affairs at the academy. And yet, it had all started so well! Excellent exam results, a decent scholarship, a magnificent introductory speech, mountains of attention and popularity. But then, this idiotic, manic sorceress simply had to distract everyone with her crazy antics, and what was the result? A month missed, ruined plans for parties and outings, failed exams, tournaments, and competitions. Not to mention these useless newcomers with the horned idiot at their head, who have drawn all the attention (albeit negative) to themselves. How can she regain her rightful pedestal when there isn’t a single subject in which she is better than the rest of the biomass? Ah, damn Levizia, it’s dragging her back into the swamp of rivalry again. Alright, alright. Hate Aliduma. Join Sherochka’s fan club. Chase after Princess Claudia. These are all trivial matters. Our world is ruled by completely different things. Carefully noting all the information she had gathered about Avaritia in her notebook, Nira repeats and analyzes all the key details of her teachings in her mind every evening until the new month begins (and OS).