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.