Chapter 2: Onwards to the Grand Magic Academy
Hal had a grim look on his face as he walked towards the nearest ass terminal.
It would take him a boring two to three weeks to arrive at the Grand Magic Academy this way, but what could he do?
He didn't have the funds to rent mana-powered vehicles.
Hal could only rely on the regular schedules of donkey-pulled carts to travel from one Donkey Exchange Terminal to another, eventually arriving at the academy, hopefully, three days before classes began.
The journey would have been less boring if his friends—or former friends, the fake bastards—were with him.
After a few more minutes of walking while denying and mending his shattered heart, Hal's grim expression worsened upon seeing one of the fakes at the terminal, only to soften a moment later at the realization of a small possibility.
He coldly passed by a short young woman wearing a common brown tunic set, her scarlet hair tied up in a messy high ponytail, and carrying a huge sack bag like his.
The young woman naturally noticed him and immediately approached, stuttering:
"H-Hal, are you angry?"
But Hal didn't reply, proceeding icily toward the ticket stand to purchase a seat for the next donkey-pulled cart.
Ennya didn't give up and continued bugging him.