"I can't believe you just agreed like that."
"..."
"..."
"And why do we have to follow these stupid rules?"
"..."
"..."
"I mean, he could just teleport us there, but then he decided we should follow these dumb protocols. And we also have to use horses. Tch! So slow."
As you can already guess, this is Lynnor.
And as for the silent ones, it's none other than Aramith and Mozrael
A week had slowly passed, and they were currently sitting in a horse-drawn carriage.
Lynnor, as usual, wore a revealing dress.
And Aramith and mozrael wore deep navy-colored robes with grey accents on the sleeves and collars. This was the official color of the academy when going out.
Of course, they weren't the only ones from the academy heading to the location of the competition.
The other students were divided into other carriages as well.
Each with a teacher and two to three students.
None of them liked Aramith and Mozrael.
Why?
