Nella Crassus was the one closest to Isabella Lindsey.
Her eyes had been sizing up Bertha Marley not too far away, as if the encirclement training today had nothing to do with her, as she had been silent all along.
Looking again at her leisurely and unharmed demeanor, could it be that she had been secretly protected?
But no one mentioned her.
The training ground was quiet; everyone was too exhausted and needed to rest well to replenish the energy they had spent.
Finally, they slowly returned to the camp to sleep...
...
The stars hadn't scattered yet, as Ellaine Caddel, yawning with her iron stick in hand, stepped out of her comfortable room, raised her hand to check her watch, "It's already half-past four? It's so late! These girls are still sleeping!"
"Dada dada dada..."
Meanwhile, the sleeping upperclassmen and underclassmen opened their eyes at the same time, the ones on the ground were better off as they stood up with a carp flip.
