Bab 90: Ownership of the staff of Estelle 11

In a spacious white room, a large round table dominated the center, surrounded by twelve chairs, their occupants facing each other. Ten individuals, each bearing a distinct expression, occupied the seats, their attention converging on the impending meeting.

The door swung open abruptly, introducing a blonde-haired woman sporting particularly large round glasses. She entered the room with an apologetic expression, breathless from her hurried arrival.

"S-sorry I'm late!" she stammered, seeking understanding from the assembly.

"Don't mind, the principal's not here yet either, huhu," chuckled a mature-looking lady, adorned with a brooch on her left chest—a clear indicator of her role as the head of the faculty for the magic department.