บท 548: DYSTOPIAN B*LLSHIT

"WHY DO you look so satisfied?" Nero asked Hanna. "Is the Gardening Club interesting?"

"It is," Hanna, who was sitting across from him inside the royal carriage headed back to the palace, said excitedly. Her face was beaming, and she even showed him the black fingerless gloves that she was wearing. Those gloves weren't a part of her usual outfit, since she was the type of student who would wear her uniform properly. "And I received these gloves from the club president."

He tilted his head to one side. "I understand why you'd need gloves in gardening. But those aren't the type of gloves I imagine you'd use, though. Moreover, why are they laced with magic?"

"As expected, you noticed it," she said, her face still brimming with excitement. "These are customized gloves that the Gardening Club requested to the academy. After all, we need to be properly equipped when dealing with poisonous plants."