Scaramouche X Debate Club Novels & Stories

The next morning, I walked to the Elders' Council. The whispers on the street, the mockery about me being a "has-been" or "lucky," no longer bothered me. Fools. The clerk at the council office took my document. He glanced at the title, gave me a look like I was insane, and then let out a contemptuous snort. "Luna, don't be ridiculous. Alpha Clark adores you. If anything, you're the one who doesn't deserve him. Instead of making trouble, you should focus on improving your pathetic alchemy skills."