Greg stood in the corridor outside Veronica's room, waiting with nothing to do.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window at the end of the corridor, casting a bright strip of light across the floor.
He felt rather fortunate that he hadn't run into any girls he knew while returning to the dormitory in that sorry state that morning, especially Vivian and Sylvia, whose relationships with him had become rather unusual.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to explain why he had only returned to the dormitory at dawn, with traces of some unidentified liquid on his clothes.
"Looks like my luck on the surface has finally gotten a little better. At least it isn't screwing me over all the time anymore."
Greg felt a little relieved, as though he had finally made it through the worst.
After a while, the door opened, and the guard nun stepped out. She told him expressionlessly, "The Saintess has granted you permission to enter."
Greg inclined his head slightly in a proper, courteous response. "Sorry for the trouble."
Then he straightened his collar and stepped into the room.
What he failed to notice, however, was a pink figure standing quietly behind a pillar at the end of the corridor, taking it all in.
Sylvia had inexplicably struggled to sleep the night before, so she had decided she might as well get up early and explore the Magic Tower a little.
After all, she had been here for over half a month, yet there were still plenty of floors she had never visited.
So she had left the dormitory in a loose, cream-colored morning robe, her long pink hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall.
But she had barely begun exploring when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She had spotted her