Lost in Athens… and Adolfo’s Eyes?

Adolfo still felt the lingering drowsiness from using the portal twice in one day. His mind felt foggy, and he couldn't understand why he had rushed to Albania the moment he heard Lady Katherine was looking for him. He sighed softly, trying to shake off the sensation.

"Young master, I believe the store we need to go to is on this street," Roiselin's voice cut through his thoughts.

They stood in the heart of Athens, a vibrant district buzzing with merchants selling everything from luxurious fabrics to cutting-edge technology. Adolfo busied himself with buying school supplies, yet his focus wavered.

"I believe the guests for the Summer Symposium should have arrived today, master. We should return to the academy before long," Roiselin continued, his tone steady and formal.

But Adolfo wasn't listening. The academy had become unbearably dull since his master left. It was always the same—Antennor and Florante, over and over again.