After Harley and Helen finished Loki's class, they had planned to return to their dormitory and rest for a while—mainly because Harley needed the break. They could take a twenty-minute nap before attending their other classes, leaving them plenty of time at noon to look through materials.
Harley yawned as she headed toward her dormitory, her vision blurred by exhaustion. At the end of the corridor, a figure rushed out—a disheveled girl who looked slightly older than Harley, clutching a wand that glowed with magic.
"Harley! Watch out!" Helen shouted.
Harley instinctively twisted aside, and a streak of magical light struck the wall behind her.
In an instant, the platinum-haired girl bared her fangs. Like a Beast, she curled back her lips at her attacker, rolled aside to dodge the second blast of magic, and charged at the attacker with astonishing speed.
The next second, the girl attacking Harley had her wrist seized. Harley, her aggression pushed to its peak by exhaustion, grabbed her wrist and drove the sharp wand straight into her eyeball.
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!"
A scream of agony rang out. Harley still clutched the wand tightly, even intending to drive it straight through the girl's brain. Fortunately, Helen rushed forward in time and pulled Harley back, while Barry had already reached the stairwell.
"Harley! Are you okay?!"
It was as though Harley had only just come back to herself. She slowly released her grip, not even glancing at the girl clutching her eye and screaming. With a faintly weary sigh, she shook her head and said, "No, I'm fine."
Only then did she turn to look at the attacker. A disgusted hiss slipped from her throat as she cursed, "Trash."
Barry and Helen were both stunned. They had never seen this side of Harley before. Jennifer, standing on the