Cinderella in the Academy of the Ice Dragon. Mamleeva N.

I turned sharply and lost my balance. The palm on which the spark was located lay on the man’s chest. For a moment - and his black hair becomes white, like snow.

- Who are you, Demolze you? Oh, how nervous we are!

- Cinderella, - shrugging my shoulders, I said. >

To be honest, I did not plan to become Cinderella at all, and I reluctantly agreed to the ball. Who knew that he would be held in another world, at the Academy of Magic, and even with such consequences?

And the spark is to blame!