Merlin sighed softly. He really didn't understand how rich people like Luna thought.
"I see… By the way, you said my sister is taking this test, right? But why didn't I know about it beforehand?" he asked hesitantly.
If Catrine was coming to the academy, there should have been a letter from his mother or father a few days ago. But there wasn't.
"About that, you should ask Academy Head Linda. I don't know," Margaret said, shrugging. "But I suspect she deliberately kept it from you. Maybe… you could consider it a surprise?"
Merlin fell silent at the word "surprise."
Now he remembered—Linda had mentioned that word before.
When he had asked what the surprise was, Linda had only smiled mysteriously, called it a secret, and told him to discover it for himself.
He realized that the "surprise" she meant was likely his sister's participation in the test.
"What a clever master," Merlin chuckled, rubbing his temples.
Luna watched the exchange, feeling oddly annoyed at being ignored.
