Wake up and witness just how rotten they are to the likes of us.
The witch’s voice echoed in Illya’s mind as she watched the orange flame swallow their dorm in the distance. Someone started the fire purposely near her room, planning to kill her and if ever their plan fails and Illya still managed to survive, they will easily place the blame on her as a backup plan — at least this is what Illya thinks.
Blood-red irises landed on Daphne surrounded by the other students near the entrance of the main building. The girl was still sobbing but Illya could tell even from miles away that her tears were fake and seeing her only made Illya’s blood boil. But most of all, it hurt Illya to think that one of the few friends she treasured was only pretending to be on her side all this time.
Still, Illy
