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"Is it white hair like that boy's? I've seen them talking often. Could they be related?" asked one of the leaders of the northern castles, glancing sideways at his companions, especially the academic leaders.
Miroc opened his eyes wide.
"Ohh, so it's always been her."
"Who is she, Director Miroc?"
"Haha, she's not related to that boy. She's Professor Hardrial's other student. Her name is Laura. Our strongest star, Young Lord Mark, is very much in love with her because of her unique beauty. That white color you saw is because she is completely albino," he replied.
"Albinism? God, it's been many years since albinism has been seen in these lands."
"Haha, that's why she's so famous."
The Emperor frowned and looked at Miroc. "I'm sure Hardrial only teaches Armamentists," he reminded him once again.
Miroc smiled sheepishly. "She's an armamentist, Emperor."
