Eight naked girls were marching through the royal capital.
Their heads were covered with cloth, hiding their identities.
However, some onlookers recognized the voice of one of them.
For a moment, it seemed like her identity would be revealed, but—
"There's no way the daughter from the general store on 3rd Street would be doing a public naked march like this."
"She's been helping out at the store for years as a charming signboard girl."
"And she even managed to get into the Royal Academy despite being a commoner."
"She's a beacon of hope for us commoners!"
"There's no way such a talented girl would march naked in public."
"It must be someone else!"
"Yeah!!"
Such voices rose from the crowd.
Even if the voice and figure were similar, the onlookers could not connect a Royal Academy student with a naked march.
The crowd accepted this explanation.
"Kukuku! Shall we check whether it's really someone else…?"
The masked man whispered into the girl's ear.
(Hii!?)
