How Rumors Are Made

Right afterward, Little Sirin led Chen Luo to a relatively secluded area of St. Freya Academy, where they joined the celebration.

St. Freya Academy was both enormous and exceptionally luxurious.

If someone did not know it was a Valkyrie school, they might have mistaken St. Freya Academy for some sort of royal aristocratic academy. Both its grounds and facilities were incredibly lavish.

This alone showed how much Otto doted on Theresa.

St. Freya Academy was much livelier than usual now.

With the St. Freya Academy celebration allowing Valkyries to invite their parents to visit, countless people poured into this school that was ordinarily never open to the public.

Especially from Chen Luo's perspective, it felt like they had stepped into a food street, with all kinds of food stalls lining both sides of the road.

"Where are Fu Hua and the others?" Chen Luo asked as he walked alongside Little Sirin.

"They went to rehearse."

"Wasn't all the rehearsal work done already?"

"Didn't they replace an actor at the last minute? Cheng Lixue," Little Sirin said.

"Class President, would you like to try some takoyaki?" A student who had just finished a busy spell looked up, saw Chen Luo and the others at the entrance, and hurriedly waved.

"Oh, Lina. You've worked hard. Three servings, please." The Herrscher of Knowledge, who had only been awake for a short while, coughed twice and spoke.

The Herrscher of Knowledge possessed Fu Hua's memories, so naturally she knew Fu Hua's classmates. As for impersonating Fu Hua, she was remarkably adept at it.

After collecting a card each from Chen Luo and Sirin, the Herrscher of Knowledge strode proudly toward the student who had called her Class President.

Although all spending during the celebration was covered by Schicksal, sales still needed to be tallied.