Over the next few weeks, Amari did a number of things. From attending several classes to training with the General. There were a lot of bases to cover before he could finally leave the school.
And he was glad he did all of that tedious work before rushing out to Ifrit territory. His swordsmanship lessons with the General had broadened his horizons and the numerous second-year lectures were enough to show him that his knowledge was lacking.
Now he was ready to take the journey to the Ifrit territory to meet Lilia's father.
'Speak of the devil,' he thought
"What's going on?" Where are you going?" A red-skinned girl appeared in front of him.
She stared pointedly at the small rucksack he wore on his back, among other things.
Lilia, like even the meekest of Ifrits, had a fiery temper. Something that would only be aggravated should he tell her what he was going out for.
