Plants native to the Hutton Kingdom swayed with the summer breeze, their leaves and the grass covered in morning dew, reflecting a search for an everlasting gleam.
"Our school probably won't become lively until the second half of the year,"
said Lanci, looking around the campus with a somewhat lonely expression, sighing to Hyperion.
"Indeed."
Hyperion agreed with Lanci.
Thinking to herself, what kind of school leader speaks like this.
"If... I mean, once everything has stabilized and you really could become the administrator of Ichrite Academy, would you take the position?"
Hyperion asked quietly.
She remembered Lanci's goal to retire at twenty, but she didn't know whether his ambition would compel him to accept re-employment after retirement.
"The premise is that Ichrite Academy urgently needs me. If without me, everyone can still live happily, then I would not appear again."
Lanci shook his head, quite indifferently,