For Rollo, love is a foreign and hitherto unknown concept. He's above this pathetic feeling. Nothing should ruin his plans, nothing should get in the way. And such a feeling as falling in love obviously stops everything. Frowning, the student council president once again covers his mouth with a handkerchief. It must have been magic, the poison of your spell... How else to explain the rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath? You are a vile mage - how low you are ready to fall to get what you want. At least, that's how Rollo sees it all, thinking that you've probably cast a love spell on him.

Oh, and Rollo hated you. He hated it with every fiber of his soul. And he didn’t hide it at all, making another caustic comment as he saw you wandering around in Noble Bell College: "And here you are again. No different from an eyesore."

What a pathetic fool he was, denying an obvious truth.