'Maybe it's nothing,' the Dean thought to himself, eventually shrugging. 'I should instead focus on the future training path I'll recommend the Crown Prince follow. That way, his full potential can be unleashed, and the next powerhouse of our Kingdom can be born.'
Meanwhile, among the sea of students, a prim-and-proper girl was the first to move. She walked out and approached the person that everyone seemed to have their eyes on as of late.
"Cinna Bonnella is the name, young gentleman. Could I ask for yours?" She unsleeved one of her gloves, extending an unblemished hand in Jin's direction. "Could you do me the pleasure of telling me your name as well?"
Her eyes were like jewels. Her voice like honeydew. Her face perfection personified.
Yet Jin couldn't care less.
