Chapter 99
"...Remillia wake up, it’s your turn."
I woke up from Ezekiel’s voice outside my tent. I looked at the time, it’s 12 AM. I stretched my body and finally went outside.
"You can go to sleep now."
Ezekiel yawned, "it’s too quiet out there, no students nor monsters spotted."
Remillia nodded as Ezekiel headed back to his tent, his exhaustion evident in the way he moved. "Good night," she whispered.
Once Ezekiel was out of sight, she quickly gathered her gear, securing her daggers to her thighs and waist. She turned to Macaron, who had been silently observing her, "Ready?" she asked in a low voice.
<Yup,> Macaron replied, spreading his wings slightly.
With a final glance around the camp, Remillia slipped into the shadows, moving silently through the dense forest. While Macaron stood guard outside the cave.
The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting faint patches of light on the forest floor. She can see the night as bright as day, so she casually looked around.
As she continued through the forest, her heightened senses began to pick up on subtle traces—soft footsteps, the rustle of leaves, the faint crackle of a distant fire. Remillia knew these signs meant she wasn’t far from other students. She slowed her pace, moving even more cautiously now, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement.
Eventually, she detected the presence of a small group of students. She carefully approached their camp, keeping herself hidden in the shadows. She spotted three students, all resting near a small fire. Their badges were visible, hanging loosely from their belts or pockets, within easy reach.