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... ca, the principal, could feel it in her bones.

"Support is impossible?"

"Yes, it is to ensure the independent status of the academy, so we ask for your understanding."

"...I see. You may go. Send my regards to him."

"I will do so."

As the royal envoy, who had bowed and completed his farewell, left the room, Veronica sighed repeatedly and took out the bottle she had kept tucked away.

"Hmph. The youngsters these days are impossible to understand."

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