Meanwhile.
In Class 1.
A wisp of red mist drifted through the classroom's glass window, tinging the air with the faint scent of blood. The desks were arranged in neat rows and the room was immaculate, yet the atmosphere felt unnervingly cold.
The nearly thirty ghouls inside were also hunched over, working on their history exams.
Megan and the seven other marriage partners were starting to regret coming to this classroom.
Although the environment was better, the students of Class 1 were far too cold and indifferent.
Not only did they completely ignore the newcomers, but they also subtly ostracized them.
The ghoul homeroom teacher on the dais quietly surveyed his students. As the homeroom teacher for both Class 1 and Class 2, his attitude toward Class 1 was clearly much better; even his tone of voice was gentler.
A thick stack of exams sat on the lectern—the ones Class 2 had just finished.
At that moment.
