The setting sun stretched their shadows long, while pedestrians grew scarce along the streets and the surrounding buildings gradually shifted from a bustling commercial district to a somewhat out-of-the-way neighborhood.
"Were those two your friends?" Catherine suddenly asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Greg glanced sideways at her and answered casually, "Temporary roommates during the Exchange Meeting, but... I suppose they're friends too."
"I see~" A thoughtful look entered Catherine's eyes.
She said nothing more, but silently reflected that the Greg of today really was completely different from the Greg she had once known.
She remembered how, when she first met him, he had felt like a sharp thorn that would prick anyone who came too close. He had seemed uninterested in everything around him and refused to let anyone into his world.
Yet now, he had actually befriended two seemingly ordinary students, and could even acknowledge them as his friends in a perfectly natural tone.
That would have been utterly unthinkable before.
The changes in this man were far greater than she had imagined.
They walked a little farther before finally stopping in front of a building.
"Damn, do they really still need anyone else to invest?"
Greg raised his head and surveyed the building before him, surprise flickering in his eyes.
He remembered clearly that just over ten days ago, this place had still been a devastated ruin, destroyed during Academy Head Olivia's battle.
Yet what stood before him now was a brand-new, solemn three-story building with a spacious courtyard around it.
Its walls were built from dark gray stone, with clean, stark lines and little ornamentation, yet its restrained appearance gave it a presence impossible to ignore.
A black wooden sign hung above the entrance, bearing the Night Church's emblem in silver-a crescent moon surrounded