The Sword Pavilion's Sweeper
"You came out for a stroll after dinner, too? There aren't many young people with such healthy habits these days."
The weather was bright and beautiful, and the water and rocks were clear and lovely. Unfortunately, neither the instructors nor the students seemed willing to waste such a fine day, and there were hardly any people along the path.
At the call, Fu Qian stopped and looked in the direction of the voice. Then he waved to Veil, who was some distance away.
Dressed casually, without makeup, her golden hair tied back loosely, she seemed to fit in with her surroundings.
She had just turned onto the white stone path, and the aimlessness in her eyes was unmistakable.
That was probably why, after hesitating for a moment, she had finally mustered the courage to interrupt the acting head of the Apocalypse as he took a stroll.
Of course, Professor Fu's kindly, elder statesman demeanor had left her a little "flattered and overwhelmed," unsure how to respond.
"I came to check on Lita."
At any rate, turning around and leaving was out of the question. Veil soon came over, steeling herself, and explained softly.
"Oh? Is her condition looking good?"
Not at all surprised, Fu Qian turned and continued walking, casually asking about her treatment.
"I didn't see her..."
Faced with his concern, Veil looked a little awkward.
"Professor Lisha said she's at a critical stage and shouldn't be disturbed, so she suggested I look around."
"That really is just like her!"
At this unexpected turn of events, Professor Fu froze for a moment, then shook his head and let out a hearty laugh.
"Lisha's always been like that. Once she gets down to work, she ignores even Cas and me."
He didn't seem bothered by