Chapter 120
As we stepped through the portal, the breathtaking sights of Eldoria unfolded before us, like stepping into a painting. Every time I traveled to a new place, I couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty. It makes me wish that my real world could be accessed through a simple portal. Just pass through it and boom, you’re already in a place you want to visit.
"As you all know, we will be going to Velvet Grotto today." Sylvester announced, his voice carrying an air of excitement.
"Nice! What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!" Angela chimed in, her enthusiasm infectious. I could see the glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, and it made sense—Velvet Grotto was part of Eldoria’s upper-class lifestyle, a world filled with glamour and allure. Considering how rich she is, she must have visited this place in the past.
"Before that, the reason why we’re going there is because there will be a big event planned for tonight, and I requested them about coming to watch, and they happily said yes." Sylvester’s tone shifted, taking on a more serious tone that caught our attention. "Of course, you know the drill: be back before curfew. I don’t want to repeat what happened last time in Aurélien."
"Alright then, let’s get inside the bus!" Sylvester resumed, his cheerful demeanor returning as he led the way, grinning from ear to ear.
to sit with my friends. However, as I approached, I was met with a rather deliberate barrier formed by some of the club members, who seemed to be shielding me from joining them. Perplexed and a bit annoyed, I glanced around for an open seat, but the bus was filling up quickly.
With nowhere else to go, I ended up seated next to Kairos again. My heart sank momentarily. I really didn’t want to engage with him after everything that had happened earlier.
Feeling the bus rumble to life, I leaned my head back against the glass window, the rhythm of the vehicle rocking me gently. My eyelids grew heavy, and despite my efforts to stay alert, I slept soundly. Unbeknownst to me, my head slowly slumped to the side, landing comfortably on Kairos’ shoulder.
The students erupted in soft squeals and playful whispers at this sudden display, however, the commotion hushed instantly when Kairos shot a sharp glance toward the onlookers.
Among the distant sounds of laughter and chatter, I slept soundly, lulled by the gentle sway of the bus and the warmth emitting from the sunlight streaming through the window.
Time passed quickly, and after about twenty minutes, I felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder, stirring me awake. Kairos’ voice, low and slightly amused, broke through the haze of sleep. "We’re already here," he said.