"What are you going to do, now that you are back in Gauna for winter?"
Having a mercenary for a father, Cleo was more than just well-advised in terms of the general rules of this job. Snuggling to Fen's chest, she rested his head on the young arcanist's shoulder.
"As funny as it might sounds… I plan to become a teacher? Like, I'm still going to return to my own unit and friends once the season starts, but before that time, I will try my best to train as many good arcanists interested in becoming mercenaries that I will be capable of."
Brushing his fingers through the soft fabric of Cleo's long hair, Fen looked at the ceiling. With a thin blanket covering the two of them, he could no longer adore the girl's body, limited just to feeling the softness of her skin with his own flesh.
"A teacher? Aren't you still a student? At least, theoretically…"
