That day, after visiting Terrence in the hospital, Harcourt returned to the academy right away.Instead of going to the teacher’s room, she went straight to the counseling department next door.BANGWhen the door closed, everyone inside it was surprised except Harcourt herself.Headmaster Huang, Cromwell, and two other teachers that were gathering in the middle of the room, jolted in surprise.They turned to the door.“Who the hell—"“Harcourt! You’re back!” Headmaster Huang exclaimed nervously. “Do you have business in Counseling Department too?”“Not really. I figured you won’t be in your own room at this hour.” Harcourt replied flatly.The headmaster sweatdropped.“Is there something the matter, Harry…? You look upset.” Cromwell asked Harcourt.The teachers knew that Cromwell has a habit of calling his colleagues with pet names behind closed doors. But since he always uses in moderation, they seldomly protest.Harcourt sighed. “Nothing very important.”“Finally. Someone other than

“Shh! You’re too loud!” I told him.“B-But you’re supposed to be injured still…! H-How can you stand so easily like that?” The old man points at my foot.I clear my throat. “U-Uhmm… It’s a long story.”‘Which I don’t intent on telling anyone including you.’“Oh… Then it’s good that I have all day! And I brought snacks too.” He shows the sweet box in his hand. “Come, come. Tell me.” The old man gestures to the bed.A drop of sweat rolls down my face. ‘How come did it come to this?’Terrence’s mother had left to buy lunch so I thought I’ll work myself out for a few minutes because I got the room to myself. I anticipated someone coming, which is why I stayed out of the door’s sight, but I didn’t expect them to come barging in like him.But really… Who the hell is this old man?Cromwell stares at Terrence who is looking at him with a very confused expression. He’s unsure of what the young man is thinking right now. “Uhh… Terrence?”I put my hand in front of him. “Wait. Who are you and how

As I got back to the dorm, I ask the System for any other features I have not yet aware off. But it told me that the currently available ones were already known and explored by me already at the exception of the Map. So as I looked for the first person I’d like to meet, I also ‘explored’ the Map to get better sense of it. It’s like a GPS, like in games. It’s almost similar to the map in the Arrow’s feature, but it’s bigger, rotatable, and can appear whenever I want it to. ‘Is this only the Map of the academy?’ It only shows the academy and nothing outside of it. [It will show you the place you are currently in. If you are in a city or other landscape, it will show you the area around you at approximately 100 meters.] ‘Only 100 meters?’ [It depends on the distance your eyesight can see and your knowledge of the area.] ‘What if I don’t know the area?’ [If you do not know the area’s name, it will only show you the area as lines for you to navigate.] So, in conclusion, it’s like

Next day. In the academy. A 3rd year student enters the Mission Board with wide strides. His tail is swishing behind him, and his ears are twitching cutely, anticipating a good news in this fine morning. He stops in front of the administrator’s desk, his brown eyes that are bright and hopeful gaze at the old man administrator with mirth. “Hello, Mr. Administrator! I’d like to inquire for some missions today, please!” His clear voice and friendly tone are something one would not mind to hear first thing in the morning. But the one hearing it, and being the only one other than the bright kid himself here, is the Mission Board’s administrator. And the old man doesn’t look happy as he looks up at him. He blinks at the kid. At the other side of the counter, the bright student blinks his eyes back innocently. “?” The old man blinks back lazily. “…” “Sir?” the student tilts his head. “…” The man only looks at him. The student tilts his head the other way. He is just opening his mouth

To the southeast of Denebola is the mountain range that separates Northuria and Eolussia. It’s still a great distance away from Rowan Village, but it’s enough to give people uncommon to the area the chills.Ian blows warm air to his palm and tries to warm his face. “I forgot how cold it is here.”I look at him.He’s wearing a dark green sleeveless tee, a wide maroon scarf that covers his shoulder that now I think is only for fashion, a baggy brown pants that reaches slightly under his knees, a belt and holsters to put his knifes, and dark brown combat boots.From wherever I see it, he doesn’t look like prepared for someone who’s asking for a mission. “I thought you come here often?”He returns my gaze with a frown. “I never said that.”“You said ‘I have friends there! We will have a great time!’” I mimicked what he said at the academy’s entrance.He looks at me flatly, his mouth turning into solid triangle. “That doesn’t mean I come here often! And why are you not affected by the cold