"Ugh..." I groaned, my voice hoarse as I forced my eyes open.
The last thing I wanted was to get up. Every muscle in my body protested, begging for just a little more sleep. But the cruel reality remained—I had to drag myself back to that hellish academy life.
I barely got an hour of sleep last night. My mind had been a chaotic ss, constantly circling around Elizabeth's situation… and then there was Alicia.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I wanted to help them both, but how? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had no answers—only frustration.
With a heavy sigh, I finally rolled out of bed and trudged toward the bathroom.
The cold water did little to clear my mind as I stood under the shower, letting it run down my face. Cyril had been right. If I acted too aggressively, the other Heads would use it as an excuse to push out of Sancta Vedelia. And Claudia? She'd be the first to pounce on that opportunity.
They couldn't exile outright—I was still royalty, after all—but they were waiting, watching, ready to twist my every move into a mistake.
Yet, if I didn't show any force, I wouldn't be able to stop Lazarus and Cyril.
Another sigh left my lips as I stepped out of the shower and dressed in my academy uniform. Another day of walking on a tightrope.
I groaned again as I left my room.
Living in a hotel was the worst.
Sure, it was a luxury suite—five-star, worthy of nobility—but that didn't change the fact that it wasn't ho. It was nothing more than a glorified cage.
As I adjusted my uniform, a thought crossed my mind.
"By the way, Cleenah, do you know rithra?" I asked, half-expecting a straightforward answer.
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I frowned. "What's with the hesitation?"
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