Chapter 29: Plan ahead
Nolan watched the old man's retreating back with a strange look.
He tilted his head slightly.
"What a weird old man," he muttered.
But he wasn't interested in untangling the principal's drama. He was tired. Bone-deep tired. All he wanted now was food, maybe some hot tea, and to lie down in his dusty inn bed and sleep for a thousand years.
But he couldn't.
Nolan trudged out of the hallway and descended the academy stairs.
The sun was setting in bands of orange and violet over the grand estate of Silver Blade Academy.
Outside the building, knights in ceremonial robes—long, billowing garments of deep silver-blue—were walking around in groups.
No armor. Just the formal cloth of status.
They gave him glances as he passed, some curious, others dismissive.
He didn't pay them any attention.