"Hm..."
Mel mused as she roamed freely around the Central Grand Hall, the marble ceiling reaching skyward, and the room sparse enough to occupy all seventeen students of Elite Class with space to spare.
The Elite seniors roughly filled up the rest, chatting with the juniors they had been acquainted with in Embervale.
"Guess Elite Classes get the Hall for Practice."
A subtle pressure descended on Mel's shoulder as she sighed, her back hugging the sidewall idly.
"It's merely another political measure."
Rosana soon joined her with a taunting smile.
"Elites get the privilege, just as the strong shall hoard all the first choices."
"Lame."
Lila, again, mimicked Mel as she leaned onto the cold wall, her back shifting uncomfortably.
"Nobles always have some political agendas," Lila mumbled as she nuzzled her head onto Mel's shoulder.
"Must be too desperate to flaunt their status. They should get their own Mel someday."
"Oh?" Mel raised a brow. "Is my Lila suggesting to share me?"
