Monastery

Thanks to the prosperity of its textile industry, Bologna had once been crisscrossed by waterways throughout the city, earning it the name Little Venice.

However, after that world war, famous in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds, most of the city's waterways had been forced underground, leaving only a few for people to glimpse the former splendor of Little Venice.

Sunlight fell upon a glittering, winding river that ran through the intricate university district of low buildings.

Among the sparse trees lining the riverbanks sat many young men and women holding hefty books, bathing in dappled light and shadow. These Muggle youths gathered in small groups to discuss something, their light laughter occasionally startling flocks of birds into flight.

"Where did you go to university, Amosta?"

Having followed the river all along, Louise's worries had eased somewhat under the influence of the relaxed, pleasant atmosphere in the woods. Remembering her happy student days, she saw Amosta ahead of her watching those students as well and asked curiously.

"Hmm?"

Amosta blinked, looking somewhat caught off guard.

"University—"

Louise emphasized, tilting her head as she looked at his profile. His fair, smooth skin made it easy to tell that Amosta was very young. Yet this man's steady temperament and those abyss-deep eyes always made people unconsciously regard him as an "old antique."

"I'd guess you graduated no more than three years ago, right?"

"Ah—" Amosta smiled. "Probably—"

Knowing such an answer would not satisfy her, Amosta pressed his lips together. His gaze swept over the spirited faces in the woods as he spoke with a hint of sentimentality.

"Work has kept me so busy that I have scarcely had the time or energy to reminisce about the good old days of student life—"

Kingsley, who was leading the way, seemed to feel