After tidying up the books and leaving the training room, Astrid, who was about to knock on the next door, paused when she saw several people standing in front of her room.
The heel of her high heels made a sharp, piercing sound due to the force.
Noticing the rare anger in Lyra's sky blue eyes and her cherry-pink lips bitten pale, Astrid frowned slightly, her gaze shifting.
Has Lyra been bullied to the point of losing her temper?
The last time she saw such strong emotions from the other party was at the beginning of last year, when Lyra was provoked to tears by her words. At that time, Lyra probably hated her to death.
Shifting her gaze to the person opposite the pink-haired girl, Astrid's eyes turned cold as she slowly spoke.
"What are you all doing here? Is there something?"
The words that were about to be spoken were interrupted by Astrid's door opening. Lyra didn't continue speaking but looked at the silver-haired beauty nearby. After a moment, her pink lips parted.
