**THE CONTEST**

Master Zarek has organized a combat competition for the students, and all the senior students have assembled in the academy hall.

Elsa's gaze was fixed on Prince Morace, who was laughing with his friends. She anticipated that he would glance in her direction, but instead, he directed his attention to Lyra, giving her a wink. Lyra winked back, and Elsa felt a sharp pang of disappointment in her heart, prompting her to look away in distress.

"So it true?!" she exclaimed, unaware of her own volume.

"What’s true?" Cleo, seated beside her, inquired.

"Nothing," Elsa replied quietly, redirecting her focus back to Morace.

"What is wrong with me?"...