If this had been before she heard the astonishing news that "Greg Sass defeated a Demon King Cult officer and rescued the kidnapped freshmen."
Vivian would probably have concluded without hesitation that Greg had suffered such a devastating blow from being publicly disowned by his family that he had completely lost his mind, leading him to commit this almost suicidal act of madness.
But now...
Her gaze swept over the camp:
A tent that looked decent enough in quality, but certainly not luxurious; a simple stone fire pit outside it, with some tools for smoking jerky and leftover scraps scattered nearby; a small pool fed by an underground river; beyond that, there were no other decent living supplies.
It was crude, yet it gave the impression that he had already adapted to living here.
Now, even Vivian, who had always held an extremely poor opinion of Greg, had to acknowledge one fact:
Some changes she knew nothing about really did seem to have taken place in this former fiancé she had thought was beyond saving.
But not many.
After all, he was still giving up on himself and skipping classes instead of returning to the Academy to make a fresh start.
If I leave with him and someone sees us, our former engagement will probably stir up all sorts of unnecessary gossip and speculation again...
Vivian's brows drew together almost imperceptibly, then relaxed.
She was a woman of firm principles.
But bringing a truant student back to the Academy and urging him onto the right path is part of the Student Council President's duties, especially where discipline is concerned.
Whether professionally or personally, she had no reason to refuse.
"Shit... the Academy Head was serious?"
Greg was fully awake now, too. When Vivian mentioned the Academy Head, realization immediately dawned