The queen had warm hands as she held mine. With dreamy loving eyes, she asked a poor, dirtied child like me to come home with her.  At first, I wondered why. But the greed to live somewhere warmer, more beautiful held me.  I thought, maybe I would be loved.  Then I had met the nine princes, her sons who were nowhere like their m

An Academy made for students with specialized abilities and magic. To those who learn inside, know the kings and queens. Students that was better and the most prized. They were arrogant people with higher ranks than all who stepped inside the building. So when a transfer student claims she has no abilities whatsoever, how much will this school's hierarchy crumble down under her hands?