Upon departure, the Last Dragon Descendant changed back into ordinary clothes.
However, as he passed by the door of the room, he still felt that the guard's gaze upon him was somewhat strange.
"Croak—"
Especially when a peculiar croaking sound emerged, the Elf hastened his steps, swiftly moving away under the increasingly eerie gaze of the guard.
.….….
One day later, at the Tower Restaurant of Pamir Academy.
Anvis ordered a cup of iridescent juice, sitting leisurely by the elegant window tangled with green vines, enjoying the refined environment and the sound of rain outside.
The Last Dragon Descendant had left, and the two critical magic experiments underway were not expected to yield results any time soon. Anvis's academy life had once again returned to its usual pace.
In such a soothing and pleasant environment, one's mood tends to calm down unconsciously.
...
"Buddy, I can't believe all the girls like Calavin; it's just not fair!"
