In a long, quiet hallway, a ginger-haired girl walked alone. Her tiger-like ears twitched nervously. She hadn't wanted to come, but she didn't have a choice.
Turning left, she entered an office. Inside, Vania was immediately met by Rucian's fierce glare.
Thwack!
A thick book flew toward her. She barely dodged it in time, eyes widening in disbelief.
What the hell just happened? Did that assistant professor just throw a book at her? Rucian —of all people— just attacked her out of nowhere?
From the moment that snakeman had called her here, she'd had a bad feeling. Her opinion of Rucian had already hit rock bottom after he made her spread false rumors on purpose.
Vania was no saint. She knew exactly when someone tried to use her. And that's exactly what Rucian had done.
After everything that had happened, she'd sworn never to talk to him again, unless it was strictly about academy course.
And now he dared treat her like this? No way she'd let him—
