Sakuramoria

—Cass, please, don't get upset. —Noticing her friend's determined gaze, Nira placed her palm on her wrist. She ignored Fortis's words. —There are only two explanations for all this: the teachers and half of the students, like our Varya, have had their minds manipulated, just like that time, or everything is being done under the official order of His Majesty. Think for yourself, which of these is more likely. —she whispered.

- Hmmm... - Futaba leans her head to the side, placing a finger on her cheek. - "Sir" Alidum! In your eyes and words, I observe an expression of true devotion, which, despite your formidable appearance, reveals you as a person with a broad and understanding heart. Your oath has truly touched me, and therefore I am ready to grant you a special honor, - Futaba extended her leg. - You will be allowed to remove your shoe and kiss my foot. - I don't even want to know, - he mutters in response.