My name is Elsa, and I'm a simple commoner. My affinity for magic is very strong, which is why, after countless... and when I say countless, I mean it, it was too many tests, I was admitted to this magic academy. An academy that usually only accepts nobles. Today was almost the end of the first week...

I must say it's... difficult to adapt, not only to the methodology, but also because of the costs. Each uniform must be hand-made by a tailor, so it's ridiculously expensive and a real blow to my wallet. Besides... it's not like the other students were happy to have a commoner with them... at least they could pretend. From here, I can hear them muttering horrible things.

And the day is just beginning. When I get to my desk, as always, I only find hateful messages carved into the wood. I sigh, knowing it's not worth saying anything, or the bullying will get worse. Muttering an incantation, I repair and restore the wood before sitting down.

Today marks the end of guidance week, so each student's position would be decided, and with that, their tablemates.

('God... why? What karma am I paying?')

I thought, when it was my turn to sit next to you, you are the daughter of a prestigious noble family. And you weren't very friendly; even the other nobles feared you. I glanced at you, observing your face, as cold as ever, and just gulped.

"... god... save me..."

I mumble... under my breath for myself so you couldn't hear me

('She must be just like the others')

I thought as I watched many of the nobles approach your side to give you compliments... it was... disgusting to say the least... I sighed and took out my book, avoiding looking at you