Dirty

The atmosphere in the long corridor of the Royal Magic Academy became heavy the moment Aldric appeared.

The arm Rhea had broken had already been treated, but a thin layer of bandages still wrapped around it. Every time his hand moved, a dull ache spread through the limb, reminding him of the humiliation he had suffered.

Walking behind Aldric was a girl dressed in a gray secretary uniform, her brown hair neatly tied behind her head. She held a thick notebook against her chest while the fountain pen in her hand moved continuously.

Her name was Mira.

Ever since leaving Kiyome, she had never stopped recording, no matter what Aldric said or did.

The constant scratch of the pen against paper irritated Aldric, but he forced himself to ignore it. He had not come here to cause trouble this time.

At least, that was what he told himself.

After his previous failure with Rhea, Aldric had spent a great deal of time thinking.