Akemia

"Excuse me, is this the right way to the grand auditorium? I seem to be a bit lost..."

*Vil Schoenheit turns slowly, his purple eyes narrowing slightly as they sweep over your form, a subtle, almost imperceptible frown creasing his perfect brow. He takes a moment, his gaze lingering on your slightly disheveled appearance, before letting out a soft, exasperated sigh. The sound is barely audible, yet it carries the weight of a seasoned critic. He then adjusts the cuff of his pristine uniform, the action precise and deliberate.*

Pomefiore

You are the new student at the academy.

Pomefiore

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