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Varya snapped her fingers. "That's exactly what we need; now the picture is complete. Let's get to work!"

Gideon returns to room 203. if Fortis doesn't mind

In the next lecture, Clivia assigned the students to break into groups of three, gave each group a camera, and told them to take a good picture and then present it to her.

— So, should we work as a team or each gather our own, what do you think?
He asks her during the class.

The trio first heads to room 201 of the women's dormitory, and then outside the academy in search of a suitable location. There, Cassia directs the setup and the scene in general, Nira poses, and Bella takes the photo. After a while, they return to the classroom, where they transfer the image from the pururu to paper.

—Hmm... —Nira critically examined the resulting image. —And how did you manage to "photo-draw" it, as if using some special filter... Well, girls, you have a real talent, I think we did a great job! 😍 It's a hundred times better than on my student ID, that's for sure! 👍

While the first-grade students were choosing their teammates, the rest were already snatched up by other teams.

Elliot Futaba Mana

Bella Cassia Nira

Ixora Leila Dinorsis

Oleg Iori Michaella

Renn Vita Neomarika

Jaym Nage Aorih

Varya Yukka Stella

Miho Tong Duke

Buddleya Claudia Shea

Sera Chloe Ladia

Flim Bonita Toad

Jin Iva Alidum

Weylis Gideon Fortis

It should be noted that Leyla's team was quite good – both of her teammates, Dinorsis and Ixora, were creative individuals. The Oleandrian, in particular, gave the impression of being an admirer of the fine arts, especially considering his suggestion regarding Levitation lessons. This meant they might have some good ideas and suggestions regarding photography – it would be a shame not to consult with them.
“We could photograph one of the architectural monuments of Alma. It’s not the most original idea, but it seems quite reliable. Of course, there is also the alternative of a beautiful landscape, but finding something suitable might be more difficult. Unless we have any ideas about a place from which we can get a good view of the city or its surroundings,” the Taimanian suggested. “What do you think about this? Perhaps you have some better ideas?”

Futaba let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
- Thank you... I thought you might refuse... Well, let's go then.

If it's Mana, then immediately water? What are you, one of those people who loves to slap labels on things? )

No, I just like it...

Laurence, not prone to excessive sentimentality, did not provide any further comments, and therefore simply left her home address on a piece of paper, wished her former student all the best, and departed, finally leaving her alone.

Once the guest had gone, the president lifelessly dropped her head onto a stack of papers.
Hatiora's visit should have left a suffocating feeling, but there were no moral strengths left for that. With her certified analysis of the pentagram, she had only confirmed that all the scare tactics Futu had been fed by everyone, from Alidum to the senile king, were correct.
And yet... The confidence with which the theologian had voiced this to her, word for word according to the official position, aroused serious suspicions. The main alibi in this whole story was that in April she had been nearly killed by a Sorceress, and was saved only by the accidental intervention of a concerned student. However, since then, Futaba had replayed this situation in her head hundreds of times. That battle looked far too strange—a deliberately balanced exchange of blows, at the end of which the villain was left hanging by a thread, capable of passing into the other world from a mere gust of wind. As if it were all some kind of very strange and cruel test. A trial to choose a future bride? The mother of the empire's heir? And what if the youth had intervened?..
One would think that for such an event, a simpler pawn could have been found; it wasn't necessary to trade off the grandmaster of magic herself, the author of this entire intricate scheme. But the events of recent weeks had shown that the parties involved were not guided by standard logic or moral and ethical considerations. It was entirely possible that the insane Carvia was ready to personally lay herself in the foundation of her own theory. In this case, Hatiora gained a concrete alibi, which could be further reinforced by her "exile," the threat from Alidum, and the treatment by the regime's dogs. It was possible that the unobtrusive offer to return her to the school was an attempt at manipulation by the king and his lackeys. Indeed, the idea looked tempting, though it ultimately failed.
If, however, no such intentions were hidden behind the homeroom teacher's words, and she truly was as much a victim of circumstances, then there were no guarantees that she hadn't been coerced into today's performance by the dogs through threats, pulled out like a prop from a closet at the necessary moment. Hatiora did not seem to be a petty or cowardly person, but did she actually possess the character traits that would force her to fight for the truth to the end against such an overwhelming force? With her views on life—it wasn't a given. For that, one would need either an acute sense of justice or stubborn as a mule. Neither seemed to be traits inherent to her. In that case, both the lethargy of her offer to return to school and the fact that after her terrible words about the hostage-citizens of Sakuro Mori, she was leaving for her own home for some reason, rather than abroad... were easily explained.
The Queen of Sakuro Mori raised her head and thoughtfully lit a cigarette.
No matter who claimed what, she didn't believe—not for the life of her—in the indestructibility of this curse. No matter how brilliant Carvia Imas was, no matter how powerful a wizard the old senile man was—they were and remained humans, who do not shape the reality of the universe, but merely steal from the source permitted to them. If something was created, locked, or enchanted by a human somewhere, then it can and must be dissipated, uncorked, and destroyed by a human as well. This was a simple truth, rooted not even in physics, theology, or the theory of magic, but in the factology of life. Nothing in this world is absolute.
If simple mortal bags of meat were able to deceive even the gods—and not false idols like the Epic Seven, but the actual originals lying at the foundation of the world's creation and functioning, in its fundamental mechanisms upon which theology and the understanding of the principles of all existence are based—then it means that in this universe, even the power of these pseudo-gods is not limitless, which means that any circumstances can be overcome.
Futaba was not an optimistic person, as could be easily understood by spending even five seconds in her company, but she clearly recognized the fundamental imperfection of the world and the incompetence of human beings, and she sneered with contempt at the contradictions piled up in this whole story.
Springing from her chair, she raised her gaze and fists toward the ceiling and, clenching her teeth, mentally swore that she would destroy this entire loathsome system to its foundations at any cost and trample into dust everyone who crossed her path, no matter how much time, effort, and fake smiles it took.

Futaba accepts Superbia's conviction

Jumping up from her chair, she raised her eyes and fists to the ceiling, gritting her teeth, and mentally vowed to destroy this whole disgusting system to the ground and trample into dust everyone who had crossed her path, no matter how much time, effort, and fake smiles it took.

Who likes music?

Leila and Nira are coming; we wrote about it at the beginning of the week. Vailis won't be there; I already asked Artsa. Barbarian was planning to come just as a spectator, without spending any Command Points.

—Hmm... —Nira critically examined the resulting picture. —And how did you manage to take such a photo, as if using some special filter... Well, girls, you have a real talent, I think we did a great job! 😍 It's a hundred times better than what I have on my student ID, that's for sure! 👍

— Yes, it turned out very well, —Cassia nodded with satisfaction, — you could hang it on the wall or put it on the table. I think with such work, victory is in our pocket!

I think with this kind of work, victory is in the bag!

This seems more like a lecture than a competition...

Victory = highest score...

The group led by Miho convinces Yumiko from "Hopeless!" to pose for them for a bit in exchange for 20% of their autumn scholarship.

The Duke is always getting involved with all sorts of people, which ends up getting his scholarship revoked.

While searching for a suitable spot for their photo, Mana doesn't notice Elliot sneaking up on her and making a new entry in his notebook: "Mana – in white and pink stripes." Having finished his "reconnaissance," the boy returns to the task that their group was working on. However, Futaba witnesses the entire scene.