Class

As soon as Isabella walked in to the class room, each of the students who had initially been chattering and talking with each other all quieted down.

All eyes turned towards the front of the entrance to see a woman clothed in a fitted suit, Isabella, walking forward.

Unlike back then at the first year control room, when she had been slurping the smoothie and getting on the nerves of the operators, this time, she simply just held it in her hands as she walked towards the platform, ignoring the curious gazes of all the students.

After a few seconds, she reached the obsidian table by the side of the platform. She dropped her smoothie on the table and turned her gaze towards the seated students in front of her.

One section immediately captured her attention— the lowest seats where the tier one youths were seated.