Chapter 31: Sardonna's Perspective

"Are you done yet?" She asked, her tone icy cold.

I hesitated for a few seconds before an arrogant smile reappeared onto my face.

"Is the dog finally biting back?" I laughed, "A good dog should learn to obey their masters."

"Exactly." She smiled back sweetly, but somehow, her smile seemed horribly false, "Which is why you're going to understand your place."

I was shocked into silence for a few, brief seconds. This was out of character for the sweet, lovely Emilia I had met, playing with her dolls. Quickly, my shock was replaced with rage thumping in my veins as I raised my heart to slap her.

"KYAAA!" Emilia screamed fearfully, flopping to the ground and cradling her body.

I paused, confused in her sudden change of attitude before I realised a man had been coincidentally walking by us, a royal messenger probably.

A royal messenger was irrelevant, their status was worth nothing, however, there was a chance they could report this incident to a higher up in the Royal Palace and could eventually make its way up to the Royal Family.

Despite my petty hatred for Emilia, I wasn't risking my reputation for this.

"It's okay, kind sir…" Emilia smiled weakly, a rosy flush forming on her cheeks, "I just tripped, Sardonna was just helping me up."

The messenger pulled her up, "Well be careful, girls. I better go off and deliver this message. Have fun!"

"And that," Emilia brushed her skirt, "Is why I'll always be superior compared to you."

"Excuse me?!" I gasped, "How dare you-"

"Your behaviour is impulsive, and you never use your brain when dealing with a situation." Emilia picked a stray blade of grass of her dress. A gust of wind blew our way and while my hair smacked into my face, Emilia's glossy, azure hair was swept in the breeze. Her eyes suddenly changed and reverted to her usual kind eyes,

"It's fine now, Sardonna." Emilia smiled, "All is forgiven."

***

"…I still get nightmares about that incident to this day." I sighed, exuding an aura of gloom.

"Don't be silly!" Emilia chortled, playfully slapping me on the arm, "You're exaggerating!"

"I still remember it…" I sniffed tearfully, "Clear as day."

"That's a surprise." Ivory commented, "I never thought you were that close."

"I have to admit, I've grown fonder of Sardonna over the years." Emilia beamed.

"What club are you going to join?" Ivory asked, her blonde hair flowing behind her.

"I was thinking about joining modelling." Emilia answered.

What was wrong with people these days…

I watched Emilia and Ivory laughing together, discussing clubs.

I should be illegal to be so good-looking, their hair floating perfectly in the air, while I constantly had to wipe my hair from my face. As we rounded the corridor, they were too busy talking and I was too deep into my thoughts. Last second, they elegantly avoided the wall with grace,

"We avoided that just in time! Are you alright Sardonna?" Ivory asked, both of turning around as I collided with into the wall with a firm 'thump'.

This wasn't fair…

Did they have a protagonist buff that I didn't know about?!

***

"Who did this?!" Ivory gritted her teeth in frustration,

Emilia attempted to gather the scraps of the ruined pillowcase to stitch it together, however, it was destroyed beyond recognition.

After I rammed into the wall, we decided to go back to Emilia and Ivory's room to study, but we arrived at Ivory bedroom and found a complete disaster born. Pillows were ripped, blankets shredded, and curtains torn.

The strange thing was that they only targeted Ivory's room, not Emilia's.

"Sardonna!" Emilia gestured me towards her, "Help me sew the blanket together!"

"Don't bother." Ivory shrugged, "It's unfixable at this point."

"It's strange though…" I wondered out loud, "The school made the locks unable to cracked open by anyway, unless they have the password, not even by powerful magic."

"That's right!" Emilia clapped her hands together, "Did you tell anyone your password, Ivory?"

"Only my brothers and… my butler." Ivory answered with uncertainty.

"For now, we should keep it a secret." I decided seriously, "You can't trust any of them."

"Agreed." Emilia frowned.