Cien held her breath.
The research building of the Alchemy Faculty was deserted. After the recent incident, most students had chosen to pack their bags or stay in safe lodgings.
Spring had not yet arrived, so the hallway was chilly. The faint lighting dimly illuminating the twilight darkness, and in contrast, beyond the door emanating a steamy heat.
A familiar premonition struck the girl’s mind.
So, covering her mouth with both hands, she slowly took a couple of steps back.
Soon, she slumped down beside the door and perked up her ears. There was no hesitation until that series of actions was completed.
Because it was an experience she had gone through several times already.
In the Yurdina Castle in the north, Cien had witnessed a similar scene.
Additionally, she had heard news that ‘Saint Lucia’ often spent nights in Ian’s room. No matter how much one wanted to hide it, it was impossible to completely deceive the eyes of the imperial family.