Selma Payne's POV:
We were also investigating the Eye of Insight. My father sent an advanced team to explore the ruins of the witch clan in the Rocky Mountains. We couldn't underestimate places where demons are sealed. We needed to get enough information before we could set off.
During the summer break, I trained while accompanying Dorothy.
What pained me the most was that my social class had been put on the agenda.
Anyone could see how ill at ease I was on the day of the farewell luncheon. My father didn't even have to say anything. My mother alone couldn't stand how I was at a loss in front of my peers.
"This isn't like a princess. Perhaps you need the servant in the tea room to give you some extra lessons?"
My mother rarely criticized me like this, which made me realize how careless I had been in this aspect in the past. Therefore, even if I was impatient with the elaborate formalities in social class, I forced myself to remember them.
