The chilly gaze fell on Lorenzo, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"Guess what I saw when I got back to my dorm?"
"What?"
Lorenzo completely failed to notice the change in atmosphere.
"Ruins. A whole pile of ruins. Like two monsters had a brawl in there, tore the entire floor to pieces and brought the main structure down with it… My memory's a bit fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure that place wasn't supposed to be a combat zone, and don't even start on normal firepower—no way it could've blown it to hell like that."
Red Falcon said it all with a deadpan face.
Think about it: a nice vacation, and he ends up filthy as hell, finally claws his way back to Old Dunling from the countryside, gets despised by passersby, figures he can at least return to a warm, cozy room… only to be greeted by a cold mass of rubble… and all Red Falcon's piles of books were in there!
"Ahem."
Lorenzo coughed a few times, not quite daring to meet Red Falcon's eyes.
