90 Chapter 88: A New Mission Already?

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Ivery sat quietly at her desk that was placed right beside Luther's.

Stewell Norel, Piere Cortette, and Sariell Hester all glared at Ivery making her considerably uncomfortable.

She felt completely out of place with them, they all had this distinguished aura around them, they seemed very unapproachable. She also felt that they weren't that fond of her, since she probably was Juliana's replacement in their eyes.

Since this MVP thing was suddenly sprung on her, she didn't even have their exclusive golden-black uniform. So she stood out even more from them since she was wearing the white uniform given to the regular students of the academy. She peered over at Luther who was listening to their private teacher teach the lesson.

Luther noticed her staring at him and his eyes glanced down at her.

She quickly broke eye contact and looked at the teacher. Making Luther lightly chuckle.

The classroom door opened.

A butler came into the room and walked up to where Luther and Ivery sat. He stood in front of their desks and bowed, presenting a female golden-black uniform.

"For the princess as you requested your highness..." The butler said

Luther took the uniform from the butler and waved his hand, silently dismissing him.

The butler nodded and walked to the door.

"Here, go change into this." Luther placed the uniform on Ivery's desk

"Now?" Ivery asked, thinking that changing into the uniform could wait until class was over

"Yes." Luther said with a smile

"Alright.." Ivery picked up the uniform and stood up from her seat

She walked out of the classroom and closed the door behind her, the teacher completely ignored the fact that she just walked out of class without saying anything...in her old classes you needed the teacher's permission to leave the class, especially during a lesson...

It was clear that the privileges of being an MVP were great.

Ivery walked down the empty hallway, in search of the female's restroom. It took her several minutes of roaming the halls to finally find the female restroom.

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Ivery finished changing her uniform and just as she adjusted her golden bowtie, an alarm suddenly went off.

"Attention all teachers! Send all students to the training room for a special mission requested by the Emperor of Fresia!" The alarm system loudly alerted

Ivery carried her old uniform in her hands and opened the bathroom door. Just as she did she unexpectedly saw Luther standing in front of her. He suddenly grabbed her hand, making her drop her old uniform on the floor.

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All classes from A to E were scattered around the giant field behind the school, and the MVP's were lined up, standing in front of all of the students.

Everyone was lined up in their corresponding classes, and geared up with armor that matched with their class. Class A was equipped with the strongest armor out of classes B, C, D, and E.

However, the MVP's did not wear any armor at all, including Ivery.

"Today we'll be venturing to Morose cave that's located in Versille forest, in search of the feralic crystal!" Luther projected his voice and announced the mission to everyone present

"You will all be given a picture of the target item, look closely for it!" Piere shouted out

"The system will be the same as before! Classes B, C, D, and E will make their own groups, class A students will be grouped with at least one of us!" Sariell projected his voice as well

"You'll be with me again." Luther told Ivery

"So I don't get my own group?" Ivery smirked and crossed her arms

"Naturally what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours." Luther smiled

"So we're going to share a group?" Ivery asked

"Correct." Luther happily nodded

"Fine." Ivery sighed

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Luther selected his group members solely from class A, he doesn't bother taking any classes lower than that since they'll slow him and the group down, and his goal is to quickly find and bring back the requested item, not to protect and babysit other students.

Luther, Ivery and the other MVP's had their groups situated and entered the portal first.

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