"Witch. Did you enjoy playing with human hearts in the mimic hunt?"
The man's cold voice was a flat shunning. "I've cut down more than I need to, if not for you."
Melisra clutched her chin, pondering. Or at least trying to look serious.
"Everyone, I'm the Home Teacher of this Elite Class, Melisra," alas, she turned to everyone instead. "As you may have recognised, I am the announcer, and also the one who proposed the mimic hunt exam."
She gestured with her arms open. "Now this may seem sudden, but what do you know about the Third Generation Queen?"
As Ciel listened from the far back, a classmate raised her hand from the middle row.
Selvara Stormveil, with her cat ears lazily twitching, raised herself with a straight posture.
"Their schemish natures defined them," she answered. "But their births were tied to the shadebeasts' weaknesses not long ago."
