Chapter 37: Stockholm Syndrome
Noah and Arlo walked side by side across the academy grounds, the cool afternoon breeze brushing through the trimmed hedges that lined the path.
The hum of distant conversation filled the air as students moved between buildings, but Noah’s mind was still caught in their last class.
"That was something." He muttered.
"Theriology?" Arlo grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Yeah. Stark’s the type that makes sure you remember every word."
Noah nodded. "I didn’t know abyssal beasts could be that important after merging. Or that they still run wild after slipping through Monoliths."
"Well, they’re not just important," Arlo said. "They’re the core of the entire mage system. From the moment we merge to the moment we die, we’ll be dealing with abyssal beasts one way or another."
They turned the corner, the white stone path giving way to the wide steps that led to the cafeteria. The scent of roasting meat drifted through the air, and both boys felt their stomachs growl.
Arlo glanced at Noah as they climbed the steps. "Speaking of beasts, did you know the capital’s monster hunter guilds start scouting students from second year?"
Noah looked over, curious. "Really?"
"Yeah." Arlo nodded. "But they usually start paying attention from first year. Watching duels, checking grades, monitoring practicals. They want to know which students are worth investing in."
They entered the cafeteria, heading toward the line. It wasn’t too crowded yet, which meant they’d arrived at just the right time.
"And they’re serious?" Noah asked. "They actually offer students contracts?"