Radiant Era 2462, Cold Star Moon, the fourth day.
Anvis opened his eyes in the bedroom on the second floor of his academy residence. Through the gauzy curtains between the bedposts, he saw the faint golden dawn glimmering across the square white-gold ceiling.
Slowly sitting up, Anvis glanced at the Magic Clock by his bed. Its exquisite Mithril hands pointed to exactly six in the morning.
With a soft yawn, Anvis stirred his thoughts, and a brand-new Academy Uniform flew over and dressed itself on him.
Some said meditation could replace sleep. Perhaps it could, but in Anvis's view, ordinary sleep was still more relaxing.
At the same time, it was his instinctive way of maintaining the habits he had once possessed as a human.
After breaking through to the Seventh Rank, the bodily structure of Professionals was already completely different from that of ordinary people.
"Tap tap—"
The sudden knocking drew Anvis's attention.
Through the clear magic Crystal, a small white figure with a bag on its back appeared outside the windowsill in the crisp morning sunlight, lightly patting the window with its tiny paws.
"A Magic Messenger? Would you like to come in for some pastries?"
Recognizing the messenger he had arranged for, Anvis lifted the locking spell on the window and opened it with a smile, letting in both the fresh outdoor air and the Little Cat.
"Meow~~"
However, the Little Cat did not enter. Instead, she shook her head in a remarkably humanlike manner, raised her tail, and tapped the small white satchel hanging from her body.
A fresh copy of the Empire Morning News and a letter flew out of the bag, landing gently in Anvis's hands.
"Meow—"
After confirming that the delivery had been made, the Little Cat meowed again, nimbly leaped down from