That afternoon, encouraged by Bronya, Herta felt too embarrassed to keep sleeping and slacking off.
After all, watching Bronya study so hard made her feel like quite the oddball.
Still, once Herta took things a little seriously, mastering this kindergarten-level knowledge was child's play.
"Herta, this functional equation problem seems a little hard..."
"Ahem, it's super easy, okay? Give me your pen..."
Herta arrived at the correct answer almost without thinking, leaving even Bronya a little dumbfounded.
"Herta, so you're not a poor student at all. You're actually a top student!"
"Hmph... a top student? A top student wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!"
Spreading her hands, Herta curled her lips slightly, her beautiful pale purple eyes gleaming with confidence.
Just as Herta was guiding Bronya through the problems, the classroom windows suddenly shattered, and the ground began to shake violently.
Beside the distant mountains, a purple sphere of energy exploded, and the surging shock wave sent the classroom's desks and chairs flying.
"Hmm? Subspace erosion? Is that the disaster caused by those beings called Spirits?"
Watching the phenomenon suddenly appear in the distance, Herta's beautiful eyes flickered, her expression grave.
"A spacequake is coming! Everyone, hurry to the designated shelter!"
The female teacher at the podium shouted, her face tense.
Soon, Herta was running along with the crowded stream of people toward Shuiyue Middle School's shelter.
There was no helping it. If she were still an Emanator of Nous, she could naturally have dealt with a mere case of subspace erosion with ease.
But now, she had lost all her power. Aside from the knowledge in her head, all she had left was a frail human body.
"Bronya... where are you?"
Moving through the bustling crowd and standing on tiptoe, Herta could no longer see her friend