Principal Ophelia was apparently in a good mood, humming to herself, her long legs crossed as she sat in her center seat.
In front of her, she had a great view from the balcony of the grand stage paved with bleachers on all sides. The battle that would determine the winner of this year's tournament was about to unfold on it. And along with that would decide their further distribution among the classes.
Next to Ophelia was a group of senior professors and instructors, the best experts in their fields from across the continent, gathered in one place to teach the younger generation.
…Though not all of them looked like that right now.
"Get ready to lose your money, old geezer."
"It's time for the best part of my job."
"Pfffhahaha, are you really going to bet on him? Looks like you lost all remnants of your mind along with your hair."
"At least I don't prioritize my bets based on the size of the candidates' breasts."
