The Jadeite Pavilion appeared especially tranquil under the moonlight.
The bellflowers, which usually emitted melodious sounds like wind chimes, were unusually quiet tonight.
These extraordinary plants could sense the owner's inner tension and unease.
The aircraft landed silently in the garden in front of the pavilion.
"Lecturer Ralph, the young lady is waiting for you in the study."
The eyes of the half-dragon maid showed a hint of worry:
"She... she's been in there since this morning, and she barely touched her lunch."
Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the study, a familiar scent of books mixed with a faint aroma of magic potion greeted him.
The black-haired girl sat on her usual reading chair, leaning slightly forward, with a beautifully bound academic tome in front of her — "Principles of High-Tier Healing".
But her attention was completely not on the book.
Though she appeared to be intently staring at the pages, her pupils did not move in the slightest.
