I will kidnap you, princess
Cyril was afraid, but she desperately tried to hide it and answered the question.
Another half of the class passed, and the lesson ended. The teacher concluded with a few words and then addressed Cyril.
"Lastly, Cyril. The king has requested your presence after this. Please attend."
"What about my duties?"
"You are to rest."
"…Yes. Understood."
Cyril's expression was dark.
She was undoubtedly afraid of being reprimanded for his recent performance.
After class and lunch, I had free time.
The morning lesson was my last in this country. The rest of the time was allocated for preparing to return home and contemplating my farewell greetings.
As the Ryker intensified, pounding on the window, I sat at my desk, pen gliding across paper.
I finished writing the farewell message and tried to reread it, but the room was too dark.
I considered lighting a candle when…
Knock, knock.
A faint knock sounded.