Chapter 29: The Talk (1)
Several days had passed since the incident.
The academy had been restored with surprising speed, thanks in large part to the work of the elemental spirits. The Spirit of Gaia, in particular, had aided the reconstruction by summoning raw materials directly from the earth.
As for Lys—her punishment had been lighter than many expected. She had merely been assigned extra-curricular duties. It was clear the director had chosen not to be too harsh, and for good reason: she was the first person in recorded history to form a contract with three legendary spirits simultaneously. An achievement no one could ignore.
With this, Lys had certainly lived up to the expectations placed upon her. But fame always came with a price. Now, instead of admiration, many looked upon her with unease. Her name had spread far beyond her year—whispered in the halls by first-years, second-years, and even the more experienced third-years.
Still, as Noah had reminded her, public opinion no longer concerned her. Only one person’s thoughts mattered to her now.
And that person was Noah.
"Alright, my little ones," Lys said softly, her voice light with affection. "Help me clean up this mess. Afterward... we’ll go see Papa."
She was currently inside a practice classroom, gathering scattered equipment and wiping away the last traces of the recent chaos.
Meanwhile, in the academy’s bustling cafeteria, Noah sat in a quiet corner.
His black hair framed eyes of deep crimson, calm yet alert. Across from him sat Cordelia Ross—her platinum-white hair falling in soft waves, ocean-blue eyes steady and clear.
They had chosen a secluded table in hopes of avoiding attention. But after the public commendation delivered by Director Adler, it was too late for that. Their names were on everyone’s lips now—and the room buzzed with curiosity.