Hudson, looking at the familiar small words on the parchment and confirming that it wasn't a prank, immediately changed his clothes and rushed to the Magic Academy.
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Lush white poplars, vibrant lawns, and the intoxicating scent of violets came into view, and even the nearby apple trees still hung with red-tinted fruits.
If it wasn't for the biting cold wind, Hudson could hardly believe that it was winter now.
The vitality of spring, the prosperity of summer, the harvest of autumn, and the bleakness of winter.
All concentrated together, such an abnormal sight, yet it did not cause any surprise. This was simply because this place was - the Magic Academy.
As the oldest and most prosperous institution in the Alpha Kingdom, any supernatural phenomena would only be considered normal here.
Meeting again, the nature of their relationship has changed.