She had lost the top spot at the academy.
To an unpredictable lunatic.
***
“Do you remember the day we first met, Iberia?”
“…I remember. July 1st of this year, around 11:50 AM. That was the day you told me that glasses looked good on me. Speaking of which, I’d like to clarify that those glasses are for vision protection. My eyesight is perfectly fine.”
Ermite let out a hollow laugh at her blunt reply.
To have this kind of conversation right after waking up from collapsing… it was absurd.
Sure, Ermite was undoubtedly crazy, but moments like this made it clear that Iberia wasn’t entirely normal either.
With a bright, almost dazzling smile, he delivered his final blow.
One that would ensure she would never forget him.
“You know, it feels like we’re destined.”
Nesperos, the prince, was indeed a madman.
