Fake Princess
CHAPTER 40
“ Please, is there anyone else I can meet?”
“ None. I'm very busy, so I had to ask you to leave.”
I stood trembling, nodded at the man, and opened the door to the passageway, barely colliding with the three students. One of the girls snorted as she walked away from me, but I barely noticed. I walked without looking at the direction, even when my mind was unable to think, my body had already remembered every turn I passed while searching for the office of the Receiving Officer. Moments later, I found myself in a large courtyard that served as the campus entrance.
In the middle of the courtyard was a fountain that spouted water into the air, then slid down into a large clear pond. The pool is made of white stone as found in most campus buildings and towers, and has thick edges.
Although the witches were green, blue, purple, there were even some that were black, and ordinary people stood up while chatting in the courtyard or walked across it towards one of the buildings surrounding it, no one sat on the edge of the fountain. Feeling that my feet would not be able to support my body any longer, I sat on the edge of the fountain and let one of my hands touch the cool water. To my relief, no one was preventing me or even aware of my existence.
What am I gonna do now? Even though I told Aunt Vania that I would find another way if the witch campus rejected me, I never really expected them to do so. A few nights ago, everything felt simpler. After all, I have magic power, and I need a clue to control it.
What I didn't think of was the rules & regulations relating to the acceptance of witches. How could I have never realized that only the descendants of nobles could enter the campus freely? That others have to pay a very high annual fee, which amounts to much greater than the money in my periku. It feels wrong considering all this time the kingdom did not think that the campus could accept anyone who was not a noble or a rich person.
Think, I command myself, Think! There must be something I can do, someone you can meet. However, the idea was as slippery as a fish, there was nothing I could hold onto, and all of it kept slipping away as I recalled the cold and lazy attitude of the Receiving Officer. Is this what Aunt Vania meant when she said I gave up too easily?
Is there anything I can do, an action I can do but am too afraid to consider? I couldn't think of another gal, but maybe that meant I was as soft as my aunt said.
While staring blankly around the courtyard, there was a quick movement suddenly caught my eyes. A woman wearing the black robe of a Master was walking nimbly towards the fountain. Even in my current situation, my face paled, nausea rising into my esophagus as I recognized the woman as Melani Enderson. The last time I met her, she was standing next to Omar, calmly staring at the man taking off the spell he had cast on me to look like Diana.
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