To be honest, I had expected to be assigned to one of the first-year heroines—statistically speaking, the odds were high.
There were ten new S-class freshmen this year, after all.
Two of them even belonged to the knight department, making it all the more likely I'd get someone combat-oriented.
I would've preferred if it were just my little sister, Reina.
At least that would've kept things simple.
But who would've thought... it would be her.
Stacia Alger Del Luna.
In my mind, she had always been the crazed princess.
A proud noble of Luna's royal family, someone with so much passion, ambition, and drive that it often came off as unhinged.
A self-declared perfectionist.
A girl who pursued her ideals and beliefs with reckless abandon.
She was stubborn.
Blindingly so.
She had a fiery heart that believed any means were justified, so long as they aligned with what she considered just or necessary.
