But one person had stepped out of the dormitory tower before curfew arrived.
Was this an inevitable development, or the guidance of fate?
After her surprise, Medea could not help growing even more interested.
Amid her excitement, she finally recalled the original purpose for which she had accepted the invitation to become a professor—to observe this year's students up close and interpret a prophecy related to the stars, black mist, and abyss.
And now, the "Child of the Stars" in her eyes had taken the stage.
"Somehow, this feels like it might be a pleasant surprise?"
"What pleasant surprise? I don't like unexpected changes!"
However, the voice inside the carriage had turned stern.
Medea smiled sweetly. "Don't be so hasty, Sarah. Don't you want to see who is truly the most worthy target to bet on?"
"Sarah?" Professor Sylph murmured. "Medea, it seems you really aren't suited to being a professor."
Medea spread her hands and smiled. "Isn't it because no one is more suited than I am? Why don't you find someone else?"
Professor Sylph stopped paying attention to her. "Why is Dark inside the Castle? Did he run into trouble?"
Medea narrowed her eyes and watched for a while.
The Castle's many walls blocked her view, but she had never relied on her naked eyes to see.
After a while, she said, "I saw pitch-black filth around him. He has undoubtedly run into trouble."
Seeing Professor Sylph stir restlessly, Medea reminded her, "The ritual has already begun. Dark's appearance alone was already an unforeseen variable. If you interfere as well, do I need to remind you of the consequences?"
Professor Sylph immediately fell silent.
Medea continued, "Since you were the one who found me, and I arranged everything according to your wishes, I hope you won't waste