As he left, the Last Dragonborn changed back into his normal clothes.
But when he passed the doorway, he still felt that the guard was looking at him rather strangely.
"Ribbit—"
Especially after a strange frog croak sounded from somewhere, the elf silently quickened his pace and hurried away beneath the guard's increasingly bizarre gaze...
A day later, at the High Tower Restaurant of Pamir Academy.
Anvis ordered a glass of Rainbow Fruit Juice and sat by an elegant window entwined with green climbing vines, leisurely enjoying the refined surroundings and the sound of rain outside.
The Last Dragonborn had already departed, and the two crucial magical experiments currently underway would not yield results anytime soon. Anvis's academy life had once again returned to its usual rhythm.
In such a gentle, pleasant environment, one's mood always calmed without realizing it.
"Buddy, I can't believe every girl likes Carawen. It's not fair!"
As he rested with his eyes slightly closed, the voice of a male student nearby suddenly grew louder and reached his ears.
Anvis casually opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the voice.
He saw two male students, both around the middle stage of Third Rank.
The red-haired boy was complaining to the black-haired boy seated opposite him, whose expression was somewhat helpless.
Judging by their dining manners, neither came from a prominent family.
"...I mean, what does he have that I don't?"
Hearing that, the black-haired boy could not help but laugh.
"You mean, aside from his handsome appearance, clever mind, outstanding talent, wealth, powerful background, and formidable strength? Aside from all that, he has nothing on you?"
"Haha, that's funny!... Fine, maybe he has some things I don't, but he's never responsible toward girls, while I'd treat them well!"
"Being a good person counts