The two boys behind Lashia were of course her seniors. Everyone looked at Claire with disgust.
Lashia saw Claire ignoring her and her whole body shook, ready to explode, but she remembered this was the Magician Council and she was with her master. In the end, she restrained herself, and asked the nearby Jean coldly, “Jean, what are you guys doing here?”
“Reporting to the second Miss, we are here to find Master Cliff.” Jean answered emotionlessly, neither servile nor overbearing.
“What?” After hearing this, Lashia almost laughed out loud. That moronic man-chaser also wants to see Cliff? That’s way too funny, haha. Is the great master Cliff someone an idiot can meet whenever? It was only after pleading with their master for so long that he agreed to let them meet the great Cliff, hoping he would give some guidance.
Jean’s eyes flashed an indescribable light for a millisecond. There was a trace of ridicule, but it was very indistinct.
“You, even you want to meet Sir Cliff, this is such idiotic nonsense.” Lashia laughed mockingly. The two men behind Lashia also had a ridiculing expression. It was extremely clear that Claire wanting to meet Cliff was even more outrageous than a toad wanting to eat swan meat.
Like before, Claire didn’t respond to Lashia’s ridicule. She also ignored the principal beside Lashia. Maybe the other students would respectfully give their greetings when they met the principal, but Claire didn’t show respect at all. He was just the superior of those teachers who taught the basics, nothing more. Towards the teachers who taught the basics she held a sliver of respect, but she felt nothing towards the principal.
Jean also kept quiet, not saying anything about Cliff already accepting Claire as his disciple.
Mozart quietly coughed, “That’s enough, Lashia, let’s go inside.”
“Yes, master.” Lashia understood their purpose wasn’t to taunt and ridicule Claire, but to do more important things. She would teach this idiot a lesson the next suitable time they met.
It was at this time that Mozart saw the bracelet Claire was wearing and cried out in shock, “Transportation Bracelet!” Of course he recognized that bracelet, his master Cliff had meticulously created that precious treasure with care. Transportation was a very high level magic. Once someone reached a certain level, practicing this magic wasn’t very hard, but embodying transportation into a magical device was extremely hard. But this precious item was now on this girl’s wrist!