Fortunately, the knights were able to identify Amelia, and they let them leave without questioning.
The two were in the heart of the central library, tacitly deciding that going anywhere else wouldn't be a good idea.
Towering shelves crafted from rich mahogany stretch towards an intricately painted ceiling, while soft ambient light cascaded through stained glass windows, casting multicolor patterns upon the polished marble floor.
The atmosphere inside the library was bustling with a spirited and energetic mood, filled to the brim with students, civil servants, military personnel, and, above all, well-behaved children who were absorbed in their studies.
A sharp contrast to the library in the academy.
"T~T... My face." Amelia touched her cheek and wept in mortified ache. "My pretty face."
Ryan had already used his regenerative power to wipe away all the jewelry traces, but the aftermath of the humiliating slap remained.
