Elara words hung in the air, firm enough to leave no room for argument.
The realization settled quickly among them—
"It seems we have no choice but to accept."
"Okay! Princ—I mean, Elara."
The forced correction was awkward, yet necessary, and the conversation continued without true resolution.
To Ashok, the chatter was meaningless noise, draining what little patience he had left as he glanced at his watch, waiting for time to move faster.
'If only life had an enter button I could press to skip this. The mobs annoyed me even in the game.'
He let out a slow breath, his gaze shifting toward the door.
There were still a few minutes left before class began.
And now—he could only hope that Mia arrived early, if only to cut through the dull weight of repetition.
"But why does Elara have to sit next to this guy?"
"Can we apply for a seat change with the teacher?"
"But who would sit with him? I definitely won't."
"Me neither."
