"Unparalleled annoyance," I muttered, earning a sharp glare from both Enara and Ananara. Honestly, having two high-maintenance companions was bad enough. Having one of them be a talking fruit? That was pushing the limits of sanity.
We stepped into the Academy's cafeteria, a sprawling hall divided into two clear sections: the general eating area for regular students and the VIP section, where the more "important" individuals dined. Guess which side we were on?
Enara strode toward the velvet-roped VIP area like she owned the place which, being the demon princess, she kind of did. I followed reluctantly, Ananara still perched on my shoulder like some bizarre crown of humiliation.
The VIP section was quieter, with cushioned chairs, elegantly carved tables, and a buffet that didn't look like it was one failed sneeze away from becoming a biohazard. Still, the tension was palpable. Nobles didn't do anything quietly not gossip, not judgmental stares, and certainly not power plays.
