Inside the spacious and luxurious executive suite at the top of the Purgatory Corridor Academy, regardless of how the snowstorm swayed outside the window, the room was always bathed in soft lighting.
Occasionally, the faint glow of the magic communication device signal would light up in front of the desk.
Lanci's gaze shifted toward this light.
Compared to the previous two simulations, this one was delayed by six or seven hours, starting in the evening.
As the principal, he seemed to have been dreaming in the Principal's Office all day long, ignoring even the missed communications.
According to Lanci's understanding of the Principal's Office, his secretary must have looked for him during the day, but he did not respond.
And if it wasn't something too important, the secretary wouldn't disturb him in the Principal's Office, so the messages remained delayed.
"I wonder if anyone else at Purgatory Corridor Academy is worried about our disappearance today."