The blizzard covering the Academy showed no signs of leaving.
It was to the extent that it even evoked the impression of being preserved in an eternal winter, like a snowy landscape inside a glass orb. This place, where originally only silence would linger like a corpse losing body heat on the verge of freezing to death.
The anomaly came suddenly. As always, like an uninvited guest.
The conference room was in disarray.
“Sir Ian, Sir Ian!”
The man opened his eyes without a word.
His head felt heavy, and his senses were dull. It was evidence that he was still repeating fierce battles within his subconscious.
The dimly brightening light seeped into his pupils.
“You must go right away.”
An unnamed knight was speaking to the man.
This place was the office.
Had he been taking a brief nap?
The man thought so as he slowly raised his body. If it was enough to deliberately wake him, it would be right to assume that something major had occurred.
He was already known as a tyrant.
There was no reason to irritate him over trivial matters. This could be seen just by looking at the knight’s eyes gazing at the…