Just as that famous proposition in Aussie Spacetime Theory described, the more active one's thoughts were, the faster time passed.
The enormous green snake that had appeared in the Northern District during the Magic Ban Festival felt like yesterday's news. Visiting the Centaur Tribe in the Silent Forest during Qingming Festival seemed like something from last night. It felt as though he had only taken a nap after discussing Aussie Spacetime Theory with Xiao Xiao at noon on wednesday, yet in the blink of an eye, it was time for Zheng Qing to fulfill his duties as a teaching assistant again.
The seventh thursday of the second semester of sophomore year seemed no different from the sixth thursday.
Except there would be three new students in class.
It was not until just before class that Zheng Qing realized he felt an inexplicable dread toward today's lesson. Standing outside Edge Academy's enormous tent, watching several figures vaguely flash past through the gap in the door and listening to the indistinct laughter within, he suddenly had the urge to turn and run.
Wizards did not feel fear for no reason.
The retreat drum in his heart pounded furiously, urging him to leave this dangerous place of trouble as quickly as possible.
But reason kept warning him that skipping class without cause would earn him punishment from the Academic Affairs Office, which would affect his plans to graduate early.
Caught between the scene and his feelings, he suddenly gained a deeper understanding of why Colmar had chosen to build the academy on the edge of a cliff—why was it that people often knew there was great danger before them, yet still gritted their teeth and stood at the cliff's edge?
Because they had no choice.
That conclusion allowed Zheng Qing's rationality to regain