Book 2: Chapter 2: Tyrant Daughter Style: Arts of Negotiation (2/2)
”Did you see that, Your Highness?”
At some distance away, two people were watching the exchange between Young Miss Isabelle and Monica.
One of them was a young man with loosely wavy brown hair. Student Council Secretary, Elliot Howard.
And the other one was a young man with honey blond hair and blue eyes. Student Council President, Felix Ark Ridill.
From what Elliot told him, the girl with orange ringlets who were making a ruckus in the hallway was a freshman.
”So she was a freshman. And the girl beside her… has a different grade, I wonder.”
The girls' uniforms consist of a neat one-piece dress that covers the wrists and ankles, but the color of the sleeve ornaments differs depending on the grade. So even from some distance away, one can tell what grade they are in by looking at the color on their sleeves.
Eliot looked as if he remembered something and clapped his hands.
”Ah, could it be she was that transfer student? I think she was the other student that transferred at the same time as the disciple of Louis Miller. Um, I think her name is…”
”Monica Norton.”
Felix who had answered immediately receive admiration from Elliot who widened his droopy eyes.
”You've good memory as always, Your Highness.”
”I've seen the orange-haired lady a few times at parties in the capital, she should be Young Miss Isabelle Norton from Count Kerbeck's family.”
Isabelle Norton and Monica Norton. In normal circumstances, they would be considered sisters, but their appearances were too different.
Elliot snorted, ”Hmm,” and put a finger to his chin.
”I suspect the new student was also a member of the Count's family. But from the way she treated her, she might be a daughter born from his mistress.”
”Things like this bound to happen In our society.”
”I guess you're right. Though, it's not very pleasant to look at.”
Elliot frowned uncomfortably as he said this.
Felix's gentle smile remained intact, but he looked at Elliot with somewhat cold eyes.
”It's not very pleasant? Are you referring to Young Miss Isabelle, who treating harshly to Young Miss Monica?”
”No. I felt very unpleasant at the fact that a person who is not even considered as a noble family is enrolled in this Serendia Academy.”
As the legitimate son of a count, Elliot Howard seemed to be a cheerful and magnanimous young man. But no matter how tolerant and good-natured he may seem, he was still a proud aristocrat.
Elliot's eyes were very cold as he looked at the back of Monica's figure walking timidly behind Isabelle.
”Don't you think so too, Your Highness?”
”I wonder.”
Felix was looking at the back of Monica's figure, looking a little thoughtful about something.
The only thing he could tell from this distance was, she's a small girl with light brown hair. Of course, he couldn't see her face.
However, something was strangely stuck in his mind.
”I have confidence in remembering people I've greeted once, but why couldn't I remember her?”
”How could such a person have ever met you, Your Highness. I mean, she's just a girl from the countryside.”
Elliot denied it outright, but Felix silently stared at the back of Monica's figure.
He's staring at how she curled up her back as she walking timidly.
……
….
..
But, he did not realize such a back belonged to the Silent Witch, who wore the robes of the Seven Sages at the ceremony with her hood pulled down tightly to cover her face.