Out of everyone from the group of transfer students, Beatrix was perhaps the quietest of them all, at least in terms of drawing attention.
Still, she wasn't invisible, not by any means.
As she rose to her feet, several wolf whistles rang out from the boys in the crowd, followed by loud cheers echoing through the arena.
She had a dedicated following. There were those who were loyal to her, so loyal, in fact, that none of them dared utter a word when the Saintess herself stood up moments earlier.
However, despite her growing popularity, Beatrix hadn't exactly made waves during her time at the academy.
Aside from being undeniably pretty, she hadn't done much else to stand out. She hadn't chosen a weapon that others couldn't wield. She didn't excel in any combat or theory lessons. Compared to the other transfer students, she was considered… well, the most normal.
