Chapitre 142: Elections 4

When winter arrives, the world transforms into a pristine expanse of white. At first, the sight of snow blanketing everything is surreal and astonishing.

But as time passes, it becomes a familiar, almost mundane part of life.

To me, the constant change that winter represents is both a reminder and a symbol of the world's perpetual flux.

Even if the white landscape feels repetitive, its potential for change and the promise of new beginnings makes it special.

Several weeks have passed since the academy reopened, and now Act 2 is on the horizon, unfolding whether or not I'm fully prepared for it.

Despite my efforts to avoid immersing myself in every detail of the upcoming scenarios, snippets of information inevitably slip through.

As I made my way back to the dorms after finishing classes early, I overheard a conversation between two students passing by:

"Hey, are you voting for the princess this year?"