Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
As William and her group of seven stepped onto the stage, the still feverish students gave them a warm round of applause while assessing them curiously.
It was rare to see anyone from Knight Kingdom Pendor in Saint Freya Academy, and their nobles were known to be averse to traveling outside their country. Over time, this isolated country became associated with so many legends that one couldn’t help but wonder if they were true.
It was inevitable that the First Grade students would be excited to meet them, and the group of seven that walked onto the stage didn’t disappoint their expectations.
The armored knight who revealed not a crevice of unprotected skin, William.
The adorable pink-haired, pink-eyed woman with a gentle smile, Teresa.
The valiant golden-haired woman dressed in light armor, Brittany.
The extraordinarily tall and muscular man who was surprisingly unarmored, Kurt.
The slim man who had covered his eyes with a mysterious piece of cloth, Stuart.
The cute black-haired, crimson-eyed woman dressed in a noble laced gown, Juliana.
The orange-haired, green-eyed woman with a small stature but a discomforting smile, Selina.
When these seven atypical youths appeared on the stage, the students broke into excited murmurs.
“Woah, that man is really tall. He’s buff too!”
“Don’t you think that blindfolded man over there looks a little suave?”
“A knight in armor; he gives off an air of secrecy.”
The female students assessed the students in front of them while applauding. As for the male students, they were so excited by the unique appearances of the transfer students—particularly the female ones—that their unfiltered thoughts flowed out from their mouths.
“That pink-haired girl is really adorable!”
“Hey hey, that crimson-eyed woman is clearly more beautiful. She gives off an air of grace.”
“Holy Sia, that golden-haired woman is stacked!”
But amongst the male students, there was a certain ash-haired man whose reaction was completely different.
W-why is she here?
Geralt’s face crumpled the moment he saw the golden-hai
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