The culture festival is still ongoing.
Outside the club building, students laughed and chatted, releasing their youthful energy freely.
But those things had nothing to do with Phoenix Academy Maggie.
She stayed in the manga club's activity room, opened the window, and let the cool autumn breeze blow in.
Sitting on a chair, she pondered life.
Nomura Makoto felt a bit helpless.
The anger and sharpness in the dressing room earlier seemed to be just a temporary reaction after being provoked.
Once she reached a place where no one was around, Phoenix Academy Maggie's momentum visibly decreased, and she ended up like a salted fish lying on the beach.
She just sat there on the chair, staring blankly at the blue sky outside.
No one knew what she was thinking inside her heart.
Nomura Makoto scratched his head and couldn't help but say, "Maggie, pull yourself together."
"Pull myself together, huh."
