At one in the afternoon, perhaps someone had seen him return to his dormitory.
He had only just begun his research when a sudden knock came from outside. But when he opened the door, he found the corridor completely empty. Only an invitation fell as he opened the door. He caught it quickly, then noticed there were more invitations by the doorway.
It was not appropriate to leave all those invitations on the floor.
Though Dark felt helpless, he still picked up every single invitation.
Sending a Dance Together invitation, love letter, or confession letter to someone of the opposite sex whom one secretly admired but was not actually close enough to know well was something that took a great, great deal of courage.
Moreover, the more seriously someone treated their feelings, the harder it was for them to take that step. Thus, Dark had always replied very thoughtfully whenever he encountered such things before. However, after two and a half years, he had come to understand that replying not only failed to solve the problem, but actually made it worse.
So this year, he no longer intended to give any replies.
He gathered the invitations and temporarily stacked them at the corner of his desk, intending to look through them when he had time.
Then he resumed his Golem research.
But not long afterward, there came another knock at the door. Dark frowned slightly and went to open it again.
Sure enough, several more ball invitations had appeared outside. The senders only delivered the cards and did not show themselves.
It was no different from burying their heads in the sand. Dark shook his head and returned once more.
But when he resumed his Golem research, he found it difficult to concentrate. He had a feeling that today would