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Why did these damn training uniforms only come in two sizes—too big or too small?
Still, baggy was better than tight. At least I could adjust it with buttons and ties.
Among the hero disciples, Charis wore his uniform exceptionally tight. It made his legs look outright grotesque.
Just then, a knock sounded.
"I'm coming in."
"Okay."
The door swung open, and Junian stepped inside.
There was no point pretending. The one who had just dismissed the swarm of knights was none other than the Theology Master, Junian.
She looked at me with a complicated expression, then instinctively fumbled for a cigarette. She lit it, exhaled a stream of smoke, and finally spoke. "You're Luan Badniker, right?"
"Of course I am. Why are you acting weird? We literally saw each other yesterday," I said.
"Just yesterday, huh?" A soft chuckle escaped her. "You really don't know? Or are you just playing dumb."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Junian studied my face and said flatly, "Today marks the last week of the training camp."
"What now?" I blurted.
"You've been missing for four weeks now."
What?
***
I got the general rundown.
In short: that night, after being forced to leave the battle, Carzakh returned to the clearing with Junian and Luke. There were only signs of a battle but...
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