Chapter 73
The streets at dusk carried a lively atmosphere that couldn’t be found there during the day. Students mourned their breakups and shook off their lingering sadness as best they could, while sorcerers with robes half unfastened walked along after completing a day of research. Behind them, their assistants dragged their feet, expressions hollow.
Allen walked against the backdrop of this now-familiar scenery. His shadow stretched low over the neat, gray tile of the pavement. Through the crowd of shadows he passed, blending in almost as if he were hiding himself.
He heard countless tales on his way to Maria.
"Oh my god, I'm taking intro to spirit studies, and there’s this one crazy elf there…"
"You see it too, yeah? Our aquatic magic professor's face looks just like a frog…”
"A freshman in the supplementary class beat an upperclassman in the intermediate class?”
Which professor was annoying, who looked like a frog. Who fought who, and which one won.
"Come to think of it, did you know that someone beat the intermediate ruins simulation record?”
"Oh, really? Who?"