Galahad was glancing left and right amidst the crowd hoping to find Rin.
A while ago, due to a massive influx of people who ambushed them, asking them to join their clubs, Galahad had lost sight of Rin, and he had been searching for her ever since.
Galahad sighed and decided to retrace his steps back in the area where he had last seen Rin when he couldn't find her anywhere. He was about to turn around when something caught his nose. Before he knew it, his feet led him in a bright, airy room with different materials of arts loitering on its floors.
Amidst the scattered brushes, clays, and sculpting tools, stood a lady with short black hair. She was wearing a fourth-year uniform jacket around her waist, which was rare since almost fourth years were out doing world missions.
The girl didn't notice his presence. She was concentrating on the sculpture in front of her. Her face was serious as her hand was holding her chin, inspecting the statue from different angles.
Crash!
