Arvid
Freya leads me to her room after I’ve agreed to be her assigned bodyguard. She doesn’t seem willing to let me inside, though. I’m not sure why.
“You stay here,” she tells me. “I’m going to find a place for this—” she holds up the dildo. “And then we will head to the cafeteria to get some food.”
I frown. “Why can’t I see your room?”
If I’m not mistaken, it looks like she is blushing. “Because my room isn’t as luxurious as yours.”
“Huh…what level are you?” I ask. Unlike my old school, Magic Academy has this stupid level thing going on.
Students with great grades are given better rooms and although Freya’s grades are good, I have a feeling she isn’t on Principal Goldstein’s list of favorite students. So maybe he is a level five or something?
“I’m…umm…level one.”
My eyes widen
