Ariana was restless.
After hearing about what had happened the previous night, about Annabelle raising her voice at Adrian, she knew the girl must be devastated. Adrian's hesitation could only have wounded her more deeply.
The thought had kept Ariana awake for most of the night.
Yet the cruelty of her position allowed no room for such worries. Despite the sleepless night and the anxiety gnawing at her mind, she still had to attend the students' physical assessments.
Today was the final day.
After that, there would be a month left before the long holiday.
Ah… she could hardly wait.
In this line of work, what was more exhausting than battling Acolytes?
The discipline.
Waking early every single day. Dressing properly. Remaining fully attentive at all times. Never allowing herself even a moment of slackness, because the moment she did, it would set a poor example for everyone watching her.
Being a headmistress had its merits.
