It was rare to see anyone from Knight Kingdom Pendor in Saint Freya Academy, and their nobles were known to be averse to traveling outside their country. Over time, this isolated country became associated with so many legends that one couldn’t help but wonder if they were true.
It was inevitable that the First Grade students would be excited to meet them, and the group of seven that walked onto the stage didn’t disappoint their expectations.
The armored knight who revealed not a crevice of unprotected skin, William.
The adorable pink-haired, pink-eyed lady with a gentle smile, Teresa.
The valiant golden-haired woman dressed in light armor, Brittany.
The extraordinarily tall and muscular man who was surprisingly unarmored, Kurt.
The slim man who had covered his eyes with a mysterious piece of cloth, Stuart.
The cute black-haired, crimson-eyed woman dressed in a noble laced gown, Juliana.
The orange-haired, green-eyed woman with a small stature but a discomforting smile, Selina.
When these seven atypical youths appeared on the stage, the students broke into excited murmurs.
“Woah, that man is really tall. He’s buff too!”
“Don’t you think that blindfolded man over there looks a little suave?”
“A knight in armor; he gives off an air of secrecy.”
The female students assessed the students in front of them while applauding. As for the male students, they were so excited by the unique appearances of the transfer students—particularly the female ones—that their unfiltered thoughts flowed out from their mouths.
“That pink-haired girl is really adorable!”
“Hey hey, that crimson-eyed woman is clearly more beautiful. She gives off an air of grace.”
“Holy Sia, that golden-haired woman is stacked!”
But amongst the male students, there was a certain ash-haired man whose reaction was completely different.
W-why is she here?
Geralt’s face crumpled the moment he saw the golden-haired woman on the stage. He would have never thought that the ones transferring in from the Knight Kingdom weren’t struggling students but high nobles.
Yes, high nobles.
Other than Prince William, the remaining six of them were all successors of their respective high noble houses. Two of them, Teresa and Brittany, were even daughters of ducal houses.
However, none of this information was important to Geralt now. The important thing was that there was one person amongst the transfer students whom Geralt couldn’t allow himself to be seen by.
She can’t see me. She can’t see me. She can’t see me…
Eyeing the golden-haired woman whom he was engaged to, Geralt covered his agape mouth and began chanting profusely under his breath. He tried his best to hold his trembling body still so as to not appear out of place. He wanted to escape right away, bu
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