While feeling seeing-off gazes stab his back, he only did not put force in his shoulders.
Rigel left the audience chamber.
The outside light was a little dazzling.
The clamor of spring break could no longer be heard.
What could be heard instead was only the quiet sound of shoes and his own sigh.
"…Solving the occupied territory's problem, huh."
When he put it in his mouth the sense of reality increased strangely.
The distant sky was blue.
"Better than the academy, more free. Probably."
Only the last word was a very little amused.
The day after the audience.
Rigel woke with the morning sun and exhaled once on the bed.
"…Now then, shall I arrange departure preparations. To keep it from becoming a pain, I'll go time-saving."
From the instant he decided, preparation became work.
He would not increase the load.
He would not increase people.
He would only pick up information and go out.
He set out intending to show his face at the Royal Academy for the time being.
