Masashi Toyama looked at the glass container, which had finally gone quiet again, and felt utterly drained. This was without a doubt the most exhausting "psychological consultation" of his career.
The S-Class Lu Mingfei, whom he had originally thought would require close observation and reassurance, was reassuringly stable apart from the occasional absent-minded moment. On the other hand, He Xiaomeng, the specially recruited A-Class agent, was so erratic that it made his scalp tingle.
Raising a Dragon Kind as a pet? And even trying to justify it with "animal protection"? He doubted he could find a second person in all of Kassel College's records with such an insane idea.
Wearily rubbing his brow, he opened the evaluation pad he carried with him. His pen hovered over the paper for a long time before finally settling after Amon's name. Hesitantly, he wrote:
"The subject displays an atypical affinity toward Dragon Kind, but this is not accompanied by mental degradation or obvious signs of allegiance..."
At that point, his pen stopped, and his brows drew tightly together.
At Kassel College, the words "affinity toward Dragon Kind" were already an extremely serious accusation, enough to draw the Review Committee's attention.
He sighed and vigorously crossed out the comment. Ink spread across the paper in a murky blot.
Masashi Toyama recalled Amon's harmless-looking face and thought for a full half minute. Finally, as though giving up, he wore a somewhat helpless expression and wrote a new assessment—one that seemed contradictory, yet was incomparably fitting:
"A rational lunatic who does not reject Dragon Kind."
Meanwhile, Lu Mingfei, Amon, and Finn were already walking along one of Kassel College's broad, tree-lined paths.
Sunlight filtered through the interwoven leaves, casting mottled patches of light across the ancient stone pavement.
Still shaken, Finn patted his chest and earnestly