What Powers Your Elevator?

After Aleister showed Cyril's letter of introduction, the Black Aspect led Aleister and her "daughter," Leviathan, straight into the Spirit Tower.

At first, Aleister was somewhat worried that Leviathan might knock over some bottles and jars or hurt a student. Even walking a large dog required a leash, let alone walking a shark or a dragon.

But Aleister soon discovered that Leviathan only looked a little silly on the outside. In reality, she was very intelligent. Although she did not like talking much, she could understand people and speak as well. At the very least, she was far more obedient than a real child.

Whenever they encountered students who greeted the Black Aspect and cast curious glances at Leviathan... Leviathan did not threaten them. Instead, she remained quiet and polite at all times.

Not a single student came over to try petting Leviathan or greeting Aleister, of course. After all, for transcendents of the Path of Twilight, it was better to avoid trouble whenever possible.

They followed the principle that if they could avoid being handsy, they should avoid being handsy, and if they could avoid running their mouths, they should avoid running their mouths. They firmly believed that "meddling in other people's business leads to an early grave."

Even so, Leviathan still held her head high and nodded politely to everyone who passed by. This seemed to be a habit she had inherited from Alphons.

"Are you... Miss Crowley?"

A somewhat familiar voice rang out, carrying undisguised delight. In the Spirit Tower, a school as lifeless as an office building full of overworked employees, this counted as a rare burst of vitality.

Aleister turned her head and saw a freckled boy who looked somewhat timid.

It was Paul, whom she had met aboard the ship.

"Well, Paul."

Aleister smiled