Diana was always so brave. Rose really envied her for it.
"Come on!"
Diana clenched her fist and whispered.
Rose took a small breath and looked toward the podium.
Under the gaze of all the students, a blush still rose to her cheeks.
But once she began speaking, her voice was fairly steady.
"Professor, I saw more and more stars appear in that Night Veil. But I don't know what they mean."
Professor Medea said gently, "Don't be nervous. Think carefully about what's on your mind. It will guide you to the right interpretation."
Rose hesitated, then fell silent for a while.
Diana quickly covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, "Just make something up! Anything!"
Rose couldn't help glancing down at her. Her eyes gradually widened.
Diana hurriedly signaled to her.
Only then did Rose speak hesitantly. "If the stars represent wishes, perhaps it means my wishes will come true one after another."
Professor Medea encouraged her. "Have some confidence. That's a very good prophecy, isn't it?"
"Mm!" Rose nodded with a little more force, then sat down at Professor Medea's gesture.
"Now, let's see who the ninth star to shine tonight is."
Professor Medea waved her wand, drawing a streak of light, then pointed it at the students below one by one.
Every student she pointed to showed a trace of excitement and nervousness. But her wand eventually moved on from each of them, and after going around for quite a while—
Medea's brow suddenly twitched. She sensed a strange fluctuation.
Then she abruptly turned her gaze from where Victor Gaude sat to where Dark Dimon sat.
The Silver Moon in the depths of her eyes quickly faded, sparing her from being blinded.
Professor Medea had been paying close attention to this suspected Child of the Stars.