Zoemi closed the door, smiling to himself – it really looked like there will be no problem with getting twins back into action as soon as possible, and as long as they will follow on their conviction of acting like proper attendants, they might prove to be closer and much more useful allies than what Zoemi originally considered.
After all, just one look at their self-grown vegetable garden – inside their own room – proved that they were more than familiar with survival skills.
Something very useful if, for example, worse came to worst and a need arose for Mireitte to escape and hide away for a few weeks or months until her pursuers will give up...
Not that Zoemi wanted to let his master leave the comfortable lifestyle she was living at the moment, but still – better safe than sorry.
With that thought, the black-haired boy nodded to himself and turned around to return to the classroom for the next lesson...
"HUH...!?"
Just to face the very last person he wanted to see – ever.
