In the academy it always felt unchanged. That was the first thing Lunivara noticed. And the second thing she no longer trusted.
The corridor was filled with its usual rhythm. Footsteps echoed lightly against polished floors. Voices overlapped in soft layers––conversations blending into each other without needing attention.
Pages turned, Chairs shifted, Someone laughed a little too loudly before being shushed. Everything was exactly where it should be.
Exactly how it should sound. Exactly how it should feel.
Lunivara walked through it quietly. Composed as always.
"Did you finish the assignment?"
"Not yet–later."
"Same."
A small exchange between two students beside her. Simple and normal.
Lunivara understood it instantly. Every word, every tone, every intention, but–the meaning settled a fraction later than it should have.
Not delayed in thought, delayed in feeling.
Her steps slowed slightly. Almost unnoticeable.
["That shouldn't happen."]
She continued walking. Another voice.
"Wait, you're coming to the club later, right?"
"Yeah. Probably."
A pause.
Then laughter.
Again–understanding came immediately. But the weight of the exchange–the casual agreement, the
shared expectation–arrived just a moment after.
Like something catching up, Lunivara's fingers tightened slightly at her side. Not visibly, just enough for her to feel it.
["This isn't hesitation."]
She didn't hesitate, she never did.
["Then why does it feel like I'm reacting late?"]
She didn't stop moving.
Instead–she began testing it.
Quietly, without anyone noticing.
A professor passed her.
Lunivara said immediately.
"Good morning, professor"
Professor nodded.
Perfect timing, perfect tone, nothing wrong.
But internally–– the meaning of the greeting arrived just after she had already answered.
["Again."]
She kept walking, another moment.
A group of students discussing something near the windows.
"–that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"I just said–"
Lunivara listened as she passed, she understood the situation instantly.Miscommunication, clarification, mild tension.
Simple, but then again–the emotional context aligned a moment too late. As though reading something perfectly– and only after realizing what it meant.
That was when it became clear, not the delay, the pattern.
["Its consistent."]
If it had happened once–she would ignore it.
Twice–she would question it, however this was every time.
Every interaction, every observation.
["That means this isn't just random."]
Her steps slowed again.
Then resumed.
The corridor opened into the courtyard.
Light shifted,voices spread out instead of overlapping, movement became less confined. Lunivara stepped outside.And the same feeling followed her.
Students sat in small groups.
Some reading.
Some talking.
Some doing nothing at all.
A boy waved at someone across the courtyard, a delayed wave returned.
They laughed.
Normal.
Everything was normal and yet–
Lunivara watched the exchange carefully. Understanding: immediate.
Meaning: slightly late.
She exhaled quietly.
["This is not a misreading."]
She did not misread people, because she knows it was not her weakness, she understood what was said. She understood what was done.
But–what it meant...arrived just after.
Across the courtyard– Leontius stood near the shaded walkway. He wasn't looking at anyone directly. He was watching timing.
A conversation ended, another began. Movement overlapped, patterns formed.
And then–something didn't align perfectly. A response came just slightly off from expected rhythm.
Not wrong, just… shifted.
Leontius' gaze lifted.
For a brief moment–his line of sight crossed Lunivara's direction.
Not intentionally., not focused, but something registered. Its neither emotion nor recognition.....Timing.
[" ...mismatch."]
He wasn't able to put the right words of it yet, but he registered. Lunivara turned slightly, continuing her path across the courtyard.
She didn't look at anyone directly, but she was aware of what was going on. It wasn't worse but the consistency itself was increasing.
["..."]
By the time she reached the next corridor, she had already concluded it, logically.
["I know this isn't misunderstanding, but I'm processing a delay."]
A small pause. Then–a quieter thought.
["And it's happening every time."]
Lunivara continued walking through the academy halls.
The world moved as it always did...It always looked perfect.
And for the first time–she noticed that her understanding of it...was no longer arriving at the same time as everything else.
...slightly out of sync.
END CHAPTER 40