"Did you hear about Lucy?"
"What did she do?
"She saved the city of Greenhold!"
"She defeated a Wyvern!"
"I heard it was a Dragon."
"Who is Lucy?"
Before midday, the news of Lucy's heroism had spread all over the school like wildfire.
Everywhere I went, even in the cafeteria, only one name could be heard on everyone's lips.
Lucy Daevalia.
The girl who singlehandedly fought a Wyvern, and won.
Singlehandedly.
Call me selfish, but I had hoped my name would somehow make it into that story.
Regardless, I was glad that Lucy's name had found its way to a positive light.
"Hi Rin," A voice chirped behind me. It was my former classmate in 1C, the elven girl who almost set herself on fire in magic practical class.
"Xira," I greeted with a smile. I was hardly approached by anyone, partly due to my association with Lucy, and partly because I walked around with a blank expression on my face.
