Felix's seemingly rebellious movements only brought an even more passionate swell of instruments in chorus.
After the harp strings were swept back and forth a few times, the drum that joined in grew even more thunderous.
Felix let out a groan and rolled violently on the bed a few times; the not‑so‑sturdy iron frame creaked softly, "creak, creak." The sound was very faint, yet because he kept tossing and turning, it inexplicably merged into that rough, strange lingering melody.
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"Hm?" Russell, a little dazed, received a call request from Eldest Martial Sister Aislin of the Ruth Faction. "Mage Aislin?
Our teacher…"
"I know Gilbert isn't here. I'm looking for you." Aislin said, not very politely. "I'm going to borrow that secret passage your teacher has underground.
Of course I know the passcode. I'm just giving you a heads-up, so you don't get spooked when you see movement in the monitoring Array."
"Ah? Ah…" Russell was a bit stunned.
