A week later, in the morning.
Christina opened her eyes.
"Ah, an unfamiliar ceiling."
She thought to herself with a sense of nostalgia.
What greeted her was not the familiar structure of the dormitory at the Tower of Shine, and this reminded Christina that she had already graduated from the academy.
She was no longer a naive student but a grown-up witch about to enter the workforce.
The privileges she once enjoyed as a student would no longer exist, and she must rely solely on her own abilities to strive and survive in this world.
And upon realizing this, it was as if an invisible pressure enveloped her, causing a suffocating sensation, along with a wave of exhaustion that drained her energy.
She hadn't rested well these past few days, or rather, she hadn't rested much at all.
Like last night, for instance, she had only slept for an hour.
This wasn't due to poor living conditions; in fact, her accommodations had been quite good these past few days.
