Returning Practically 2

Arriving back at the academy, I couldn't say I expected a grand welcome or some over-the-top reunion.

That wasn't really my style, nor did I particularly care for it.

Still…

It would've been nice to at least get a moment to soak in the nostalgia.

I had only been gone for a week at most, but the feeling of returning here—this surreal yet oddly comfortable sensation—was something I hadn't anticipated.

'I guess I got used to academy life more than I expected…'

Right now, I was seated inside a carriage, its wheels rolling smoothly across the paved roads as it made its way toward Chronos Hall—the administrative heart of the academy, where the principal's office was located.

If it were up to me, I would've headed straight to my dorm, collapsed onto my bed, and trained for a bit before dealing with all the academic work I'd have to catch up on tomorrow.

But, unfortunately, that wasn't an option.