A quiet morning, draped in silence like a hem, visited the Academy.
It had been a place suffering from long battles until now. Although there were incidents like students falling under curses or evacuating during the process, the Academy was somehow regaining its daily life.
It was the end of a summer that seemed eternal.
The land, freed from the tiresome heatwave, exuded a fresh fragrance to its fullest. This scent, only available during the harvest season, awakened the joy imprinted in genes from ancient times.
The faces of students gathered in groups of three or five showed no shadows for the first time in a while. As if trying to compensate for the time they had been trembling under unknown threats.
But how could there be no scars left?
Within the vitality the Academy had regained, there lingered an unspoken sorrow. Those who didn’t even know what incident had occurred might be unaware, but for those deeply involved…