Morning came quietly.
Monday.
The academy halls were already alive—
"Step… step… chatter…"
Lunivara walked alone.
Calm.
Composed.
[Back to routine.]
"Miss Morcant."
She stopped.
A professor stood before her, holding a stack of documents.
"…Yes?"
"I need you to deliver this."
A box was handed to her.
"No problem, professor."
She accepted it without hesitation.
No explanation.
No location.
No question.
"Thank you."
The professor left.
"…Hm."
Lunivara adjusted her hold on the box.
[Where exactly…?]
She continued walking.
A few steps.
Then—
"…Wait."
A pause.
[He didn't say where.]
She looked down at the papers.
[And I didn't ask…]
"…That's inconvenient."
She opened the top file slightly.
Eyes scanning—
Then—
"…Sword Club."
A small blink.
[That means—]
She closed it.
And walked.
The path shifted.
Corridors quieter.
Less students.
More distance between rooms.
Finally—
A door.
Large.
Simple.
She stopped in front of it.
"Knock—knock—"
No response.
"…No one?"
She tried again.
"Knock—"
Still nothing.
Her hand moved—
The door creaked open.
"Creak…"
It wasn't locked.
She stepped inside.
Silence.
Rows of weapons lined the walls.
Swords.
Training gear.
Armor pieces resting in order.
"…So this is the sword club…"
Her steps slowed.
Careful.
Measured.
At the center—
A long table.
Wide.
Clean.
She moved closer.
Then—
Stopped.
Someone was there.
Gold.
Sunlight streamed through the window—
Landing directly on him.
Hair glowing softly.
Almost… unreal.
Leontius.
Asleep.
Lunivara didn't move.
[His hair…]
It shimmered under the light.
Soft.
Bright.
Almost distracting.
[So this is what gold looks like up close…]
Time passed—
Quietly.
She forgot—
The box.
The reason.
Everything.
Then—
"Shift…"
A small movement.
"…!"
He stirred.
Lunivara snapped out of it.
Quickly—
She placed the box on the table.
No sound.
No delay.
She turned—
And walked out.
Fast.
The door closed behind her.
"Click."
Inside—
Leontius opened his eyes.
A faint movement near the door.
Gone.
But—
He saw it.
Brown hair.
A glimpse.
A presence.
"…Interesting."
Outside—
Lunivara walked faster.
[That was close.]
She didn't stop.
Not until—
Noise.
Louder.
Crowded.
Students gathered ahead.
Whispers rising.
"…What's happening?"
She tried to look—
But couldn't see.
Too many people.
Then—
A voice.
Sharp.
Familiar.
"Lunivara!"
She froze.
That tone—
Not calm.
Not neutral.
Anger.
[That voice…]
She turned slightly.
And met—
What was waiting for her.