The Academy’s Deceased Ate It All

"Mm."

Minerva, who had been sitting on a rock as if in meditation, let out a small, excited breath.

Her tail, which had been jutting out and swaying in a steady rhythm only moments ago, was now quivering.

Her tightly shut eyes opened, and her crimson pupils — flecked with a mix of colors — narrowed into bewitching curves.

She let out one deep breath, then murmured,

"…You've finally woken at last, my dear."

Her tail traced a soft curve as it swayed through the air.

"Your Minerva shall come to you at once."

And Minerva wasn't the only one who'd noticed.