Chiye placed the identity verification device on the table where Flora sat, but Flora paid her no attention. Her eyes were fixed intently on Serinveia’s dragon tail.
Noticing Flora’s unusual demeanor, Chiye felt something was off. While Serinveia’s dragon tail was indeed unique to other races, was it really worth staring at so intensely?
Does Flora have a thing for dragon tails?
“Flora, please place your thumb on the device,” Chiye prompted cautiously.
At Chiye’s words, Flora snapped out of her trance, her voice low, as if she’d uncovered something. “Chiye, may I ask you a question? Who is that student?”
Flora pointed at Serinveia. She didn’t recall anyone from the Silver Dragon Clan being part of the student council at Saint Roland Magic Academy.
Moreover, the scales on Serinveia’s dragon tail bore a striking resemblance to the scale Ethelrina had given them to identify demons.
Flora now had reason to suspect Serinveia was the demon who stole Ethelrina’s pearl.
Seeing Serinveia eager to complete the task and leave, Flora was determined not to let her go—at least not until she confirmed her identity.
“You mean our student council president?” Chiye replied softly.
“President? I thought the student council president was someone else,” Flora said, frowning with suspicion.
“This semester, we got a new president. It just hasn’t been announced yet,” Chiye explained patiently.
“A direct replacement? That doesn’t follow protocol. According to Saint Roland’s rules, the student council president is elected by a student vote,” Flora said, her eyes narrowing with heightened alertness.
“It seems the previous president had to step down for some reason. Serinveia was enrolled two days ago and recommended by a teacher to take the role directly,” Chiye clarified.
Flora’s eyes widened, her suspicion growing. “You’re saying Serinveia enrolled just two days ago and immediately became president?”
“That’s right,” Chiye confirmed.
Flora’s mind raced. The demon infiltration was reported today, and Serinveia had enrolled yesterday. She couldn’t help but connect the two events.
Watching Chiye and Flora talk, Serinveia grew impatient. She had important preparations to make for her reunion with her sister that evening.
“Chiye, hurry up and finish the identity checks,” Serinveia’s sharp, commanding voice rang out from the doorway, urging Chiye to wrap up.
Hearing her, Chiye nudged the device closer to Flora. “Flora, the president’s spoken. Please place your thumb on it.”
Flora didn’t comply. “No rush. I’m more curious about Serinveia’s true identity.”
“Ian, bring out the scale Ethelrina gave you to identify demons. I need to verify Serinveia’s identity.”
At Flora’s words, Ian realized why she hadn’t complied—she suspected Serinveia was the infiltrating demon.
Without a word, Ian hurried to Flora’s side, handing her the scale Ethelrina had entrusted to him.
Flora took the scale, meticulously comparing it to the ones on Serinveia’s dragon tail.
Ian mimicked her, examining the scales. To his shock, the scale matched Serinveia’s perfectly.
What’s going on? The patterns on this scale are identical to those on Serinveia’s tail.
A faint smile spread across Flora’s face, her gaze locked on Serinveia, as if declaring her the demon infiltrator.
“Explain why the demon scale I have matches the ones on your tail perfectly,” Flora demanded.
“Demon scale?” Sephiroth, watching from the sidelines, looked at the scale in Flora’s hand with surprise.
She didn’t think it was a demon scale—at least, she’d never seen one like it.
The closest match was the Demon Dragon Clan’s scales, but even those differed slightly.
Though, without close inspection, the differences were hard to spot.
“Demon? Are you saying I’m a demon?” Serinveia’s voice was icy, the air around her seeming to drop to freezing. Her dragon tail twitched slightly.
“I didn’t say that. I just want an explanation,” Flora retorted, unflinching.
As the proudest princess of the Silver Dragon Clan, being accused of being a demon was an unbearable insult. Serinveia glared at Flora with a dangerous look. “What gives you the right to demand an explanation?”
Flora took her reaction as a sign of guilt, as if she’d been caught and couldn’t face the question head-on.
The tension between them left Ian at a loss.
The atmosphere felt wrong—he sensed a fight brewing.
“I’ll leave this to you, Chiye. I have preparations to make,” Serinveia said, suppressing her anger. She saw no need to argue with these ignorant people, and the dean had warned her not to cause a scene.
“Uh?” Chiye was caught off guard by the sudden responsibility, feeling this was beyond her ability to handle.
As Serinveia turned to leave, Flora’s voice rang out.
“Who said you could leave?”
In an instant, a green aura enveloped Flora, radiating vibrant life energy.
Ian recognized it immediately—Flora was getting serious. This was her first skill, Sacred Wood Verdict: Arrow of the Firmament.
Soon, the green energy coalesced into a massive bow and a giant arrow.
Ian felt an overwhelming sense of danger from the bow and arrow. If he recalled correctly, this weapon had auto-targeting capabilities.
If Flora aimed it at him, he’d be doomed—the aura alone was suffocating.
Boom!
With a light pull of Flora’s delicate fingers, the giant green arrow shot toward Serinveia, tearing through the air with sonic booms.
But it stopped just one step away from her.