Chapter 43 - School Of Snowstar.

School of Snowstar was one of the most beautiful buildings in the entire City of Snowstar.

There were three different large buildings, one for middle school students, one for high school students, and one for teachers.

The school is called as Heart of Snowstar, because the three buildings made a large triangle in the center of Snowstar.

In the yard, youthful teenagers talked and laughed with their friends, and behind the school, in the so-called Temple of Confessions, it is not a rare sight to see dozens of young men and women confessing their love for other individuals.

This is the last stop before adulthood, and many have the mindset to enjoy their youth before it ends.

In a classroom of 1-A.

The room was full of loud young men and women talking with each other happily, but in the front seat of the class, a beautiful black-haired young girl was seen sitting.

Even while sitting and reading a book, she earned looks from both young men and women.

She had beautiful long black hair with bright blue eyes and soft-looking lips with a petite body. She is Isaac's little sister, Alice.

She was reading a book titled [How to be the Best Little Sister in the world!]

The concentration level on her face was maxed, and no one dared to interrupt her.

But then, three individuals entered the classroom and walked towards Alice.

After they entered, the loud classroom grew quiet.

''Hey, Alice.'' A young man with short black hair and handsome face said with a gentle smile on his face. He had well-defined facial features with a straight nose and piercings on his ears. Even though he looked delinquent, the attention he got from the young women in the class didn't lessen.

Alice looked at him, ''Oliver.'' She said simply with visible disgust on her face.

Oliver didn't mind the look she gave her— he gently smiled and asked, ''I heard Isaac visited a hospital, is he alright?'' His face showed his worry.

Alice turned her head back to the book and answered, ''He is fine.''

''That's good to hear.'' Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, ''He is, after all, my best friend— I hope he is fine.''

''Hmm.'' Alice hummed and concentrated on the book again.

Oliver smiled and left the classroom with his two friends.

After he left the classroom, his gentle face turned cold.

The corridors were filled with students entering their classes or talking with their friends from other classes.

Two of his friends followed behind Oliver as they left the area of the first year students.

Soon, they entered the third year's area and went straight towards their classroom 3-A.

It should have also been Isaac's classroom if he didn't drop out.

Oliver sat on his seat in the corner of the classroom, and two of his friends stood next to him.

''Even after year... Isaac is still the main interest of everyone.'' Oliver bit his lip with strength which caused his teeth to pierce through his flesh.

But, he didn't seem to mind— the anger in his eyes overcame the pain.

Two of his friends decided to stay quiet. Oliver always loses control of his emotions when Isaac is mentioned.

Shortly afterward, Oliver's attention was stolen by an individual who was walking with three of her friends.

A lovely young woman in her 18s entered the classroom. She had beautiful long white hair with delicate-looking eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a pointy nose. Her face looked innocent, but her body was far from it. The school uniform's outline greatly changed because of her ample breasts, and she was wearing pair of kneesocks which reached all the way to her knees but left her smooth-looking thighs wide open.

Oliver wiped the blood from his lips and gently smiled towards the beautiful young woman, ''Hey, Amelia.''

Amelia turned her lovely face towards Oliver and did a small smile.

She sat on her chair while her friends surrounded her table.

She is School Belle of the third year, while Alice is the first year's.

Oliver's fingernails dug inside his palm— if he was Isaac, Amelia would have almost thrown herself at him.

Since young, he was a childhood friend of Amelia, and their families were close friends. Since young, Amelia was already a very cute individual, which made Oliver infatuated with her.

He watched as Amelia was talking with her friends with a smile on her attractive face, but Oliver felt like her smile was fake. He knows almost everything about Amelia, and he knows that currently, Amelia is hiding her sadness.

Something must have happened which caused her sadness.

Her eyes was also slightly red, she had cried not long ago, but her friends didn't notice it. It is very hard to notice, but Oliver can instantly tell if Amelia has changed her makeup or if she is feeling down.

It is a result of ten years of observation and obsessiveness.

Oliver didn't know that Amelia's sadness was the result of yesterday's call with Sophia.

But, he had a hunch that it had something to do with Isaac.

After that one day... When the incident happened.

Amelia was truly depressed.

Only after a year, she learned to smile again, but she wasn't the only one who was depressed. It was like the whole school entered a time of darkness.

That happened, day after Isaac's incident.

It wasn't a minor incident— it affected everything. The days felt dark and gloomy.

Only after last semester ended, after Oliver and Amelia entered the third year, the usual cheerfulness of students returned. A big part was the news that Isaac had recovered from his injuries, and some hoped that he would return to the school.

But it didn't come as a surprise when Isaac dropped out.

Soon, a certain group in the school started rising.

Cult of White.

The President of Cult of White quickly managed to remove the gloomy air in the school after news about Isaac's dropping out from school came.

Still, no one knows her true identity. She has always been seen wearing white robes in the meetings, and sometimes she is seen walking in the corridors with other members of Cult of White.

The only thing people know about her is that she is definitely a female.

But her identity has been a perfect mystery...

No one knows who she is...

And no one knows the limit of her obsessiveness....