"I know you're waiting for someone here, I mean... Is the person you're waiting for also a club member? Our club only admits members by invitation."
The curly-haired young man in a white suit, with an artistic air about him, waited miserably before Isabel as he confirmed, "If not, could you wait across the street..."
The Princess, who normally never interacted with anyone, had suddenly appeared standing seriously at the entrance to the White Shoes Club...
Her posture didn't look much like she was waiting for someone. It looked more like she was here to block someone's way.
Some passing students gathered nearby or watched the spectacle from inside the club lobby. The alumni who had already graduated were even more nervous. Some were so afraid to enter that they simply lingered nearby.
But the curly-haired young man's question left Isabel at a loss.
The person she was waiting for indeed wasn't a club member, but she really did intend to join the White Shoes Club.
In broad terms, she knew that her sponsor should be the junior student with long blue hair who was even taller than her. The problem was that Isabel didn't know her name.
So she merely pursed her lips and seriously considered how she should respond.
Should I start from the beginning? What a hassle.
Isabel was silent for a while before giving a definite answer. "She's one of your members."
The curly-haired young man looked surprised.
Someone really had the nerve to invite the Princess!
Just as the curly-haired young man was about to ask for that person's name and invite Isabel inside to sit down, an unfamiliar voice came from the other side. "We're here, Isabel."
The curly-haired young man turned around and saw someone he never expected.
Wasn't that Iver Moriarty? The