When Florence arrived at the dormitory door, she could already hear her roommate's miserable cries.
"Why?! How could it be 65% duplicate?!"
Judging by the voice, the emotions were certainly running high.
"There's a problem. There has to be something wrong with this magic!"
Florence shook her head. If it had been thirty or forty percent, there might still have been room for excuses, but at 65%, she could only say that the writer herself knew perfectly well how that data paper had been written.
"I'm back."
She pushed open the dormitory door.
"Florence!"
Her roommate practically threw herself at her, her voice nearly breaking into tears.
"Help me! I feel like my brain can't think anymore!"
"Sure."
"Really?!"
Her roommate was instantly overjoyed.
"Oh, I feel so bad asking. I'll definitely thank you properly afterward."
"First, quit the Sisters' Society and start by studying properly. Then, don't directly 'borrow from' other people's research. Build on existing research instead, find an angle you can dig deeper into or expand upon. Believe me, if you truly write it yourself, getting a duplication rate this high would be difficult even if you tried." Florence answered with great seriousness.
As a former member of the Sisters' Society, she knew all too well what kind of place it was.
The inexplicable gatherings, the twisted hierarchy between seniors and juniors, the unreasonable tests of loyalty, and the endless socializing—it all drained far too much energy.
Sometimes, she wondered why she had ever longed for that sort of organization when she had first enrolled.
All those supposed "benefits" of the Sisters' Society that she had heard about back then seemed rather impractical in hindsight.
They claimed it was for building connections, but once inside, she discovered that nobles sought out nobles, descendants of illustrious families sought