I stood before the long table.
...the sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains, painting lines across the polished surface.
This… was supposed to be a simple club meeting.
A relaxed, comfortable get-together where students could learn cooking, baking...nothing too complicated.
Yet, looking at the stack of files in my hand, I could already feel the weight of regret settling in.
I sighed quietly.
"This should be simple..."
I murmured, flipping open the list.
"Just read the names, confirm attendance, maybe talk about baking schedules.
That's it...easy."
Except, nothing in my life was ever easy.
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"First name…"
I cleared my throat and read aloud.
"Nox Saint Grenn.
Second year."
The moment his name left my lips, the air in the room shifted.
Heads turned and I didn't even need to look up to know why.
Nox stood from his seat at the far end of the table.
He stood and replied, "...here" and sat back down without saying a word.
