207 Lacrymae

Faustina's mind is in the clouds.

At least, that was what the closest she could say for herself. She was in Professor Ramsha's class; Professor Ramsha Colt, the instructor for Elemental Theory, whose personality was considerably shy and timid as it is, made it more impossible for Faustina to pay attention to.

Faustina stared at her notebook which was filled with scribbles from last night.

Right… she didn't have the time to sleep.

She stared at the sketch of her very own staff. Maybe it was because of the lack of sleep, but she was able to see the color even with only having the ink-black in the white paper in actuality.

"Weird," she murmured.

"Now then, class…" Professor Ramsha started. "Let us summon your staves."

The professor then thumped her staff to the floor three times, which then summoned an enormous magical hex—and from that magic circle, staves and wands came out and drifted to their owners.