บท 52: After Party

"We have this hall and we stuck by that weird canteen?" Cent wandered her onyx-colored eyes around her and was dazzled by the extravagance of the dining area where the headmaster led them.

And by them, it means, the royalties and the participants.

Five long ebony tables lined with lavish foods were prepared already. The flying piglets with their freaking small wings loitered around the grand hall made her think that they were supposed to be on the plates rather than carrying the trays. Chandeliers made of gemstones hung above them and a fucking orchestra played in the background which made her wince. She did not like these kinds of things.

Matilda snorted. "Sometimes I wonder, girlie if you are really a student at Transylvania Academy."

The dry tone of Matilda's voice told Crescent that her zombie friend had already given up on her to which Cent replied with an indifferent shrug.