Half the selection is already over. I’d really wanted to leave it neatly as soon as possible, but unexpected circumstances came to light. Or rather—wings unfolded behind my back. And it’s not like they’re gray, like everyone else’s… they’re snow-white! Now I only have two paths: complete the selection, win, and become the wife of His Imperial Highness—or go to the dungeons to answer questions from the evil interrogators and never see freedom again. I don’t know which path is better for me. Because either way, I won’t be free outside the walls anymore. Fight for golden marriage shackles, or surrender right away and try on ordinary iron?