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�Scramble Royale has ended.�

Collie, the head teacher of the senior class, entered the principal�s office.

Alpheas was looking out the window with his hands behind his back, and Vice Principal Olivia was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed, lost in thought.

�The Sirone team has won.�

Olivia let out a sigh of relief.

�I�m glad.�At least we can block access to the study meeting in the shadows.�

Alpheas said.

�It is fortunate that the incident did not escalate.�But the victory of the Sirone team means that we will get to the heart of the case.�

�How do you know that?�In fact, we don�t even know what the core of Estas is.�

Alpheas turned away from the window and sat down in front of the desk.

�okay.�Nobody knows until Miro opens his mouth.�

In the 20 judges, there were two people who received the right to vote, but I didn�t know exactly about the upper echelons.

�But Sirone stayed with Miro.�Maybe she told me.�

�Then I won�t investigate Istas even more.�Sirone�s curiosity is great, but she�s also cautious.�I�m not stupid enough to divulge world-class secrets.�

�It would be nice if that were the case.�

Alpheas� acceptance did not leave a good aftertaste.

�It�s best to bury it as it is if possible.�

As a wizard, he wanted to know the identity of Istas like a chimney, but there were too many forces intertwined to approach it only out of curiosity.

�I�ll go out for a while.�

Olivia got up from the couch and headed for the door.

�Where are you going?�Don�t make a fuss about it.�It would be best for Estas to be closed as it is.�

�I know.�That�s why I�m going.�

Life flashed in Olivia�s eyes as she stepped out the door.

�There�s just one person who gets caught.�

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The women�s dormitory room was basically equipped with a bed, but Anchal was immersed in meditation while sitting cross-legged on the bare floor.

She slowly opened her eyes when she heard the bell ringing past midnight, sat down at her desk, and pulled out a small fine pen from her bosom.

The brush tip was thin and the brush tip was even thinner.

A brush tip thinner than a hair swayed on a roll of paper that seemed like it would fit perfectly if two fingers overlapped. JrNovels.com