After parting ways with lfina, I aid for the room assigned to my group, but John ssaged , letting know they were all in the dinner hall. A worker directed there, and upon finding John, I couldn't help but appreciate having him as my brother-in-law, the one who had accompanied in Sancta Vedelia.
There he was, savoring his al with Victor, Sirius, and Selene. A table for four ant there was no space for . John, considerate as always, hadn't reserved a spot. Selene, predictably, had taken advantage, securing my place without a second thought.
Alone again.
I glanced around awkwardly, my brow creasing slightly. There was a free seat at Jiren's table, my newfound friend from the shopping mall yesterday. I put on a smile and approached the table.
"Hiii!" One of Jiren's friends flinched imdiately upon noticing . Jiren and the other friend followed suit, their hands shivering like they'd seen a monster.
Ignoring their reactions, I took the seat next to Jiren. Tension hung in the air, and their faces showed no joy. I wasn't exactly welco, but no one voiced their thoughts. The fact that the two cronies managed to keep their reactions subdued was good. I didn't want anyone finding out about what happened back then.
"Are you guys having a fun day?" I asked, tapping my fingers on the table.
Silence.
"I asked a question."
"We... we are," Jiren stuttered.
"Say it with a smile if you want to be a little credible. The sa goes for you," I added, glancing at his friends.
The three of them forced smiles, though it ca off as more creepy than genuine.
"You're supposed to have forced to sit at your table. Show so spirit, guys," I sighed in exasperation.
Finally, after my remark, the three of them awkwardly started chatting among themselves. Boring. They were discussing the girls in the promotion, especially the princesses of the Great Houses, but it was really dull.
At tis like this, I wished Layla was here. She would either tease or make fun of these three idiots, and it would certainly be more entertaining.
I scrolled on my phone and clicked my tongue. From here, I couldn't contact Layla, who was very far away. It was also a safety asure from Sancta Vedelia. Even if I could, King Charles would never let enjoy my life anyway.
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