"Eh? That's it?"
Azrael stood in Eirian's room, his gaze sweeping over the space. It was quite nice, with elegant furnishings and a serene atmosphere.
However, the room's temperature was noticeably warmer than Eirian's dormitory room, which Azrael knew must be bothering him. Eirian preferred his rooms cold, one of the reasons he always retreated to his own space.
Eirian had just finished recounting the events of the team leaders' meeting with the headmaster, organizers, and other officials.
"Apparently, nothing bad happened," Eirian said, his tone flat. "The headmaster and organizers just needed the official list of participants for the contests and games a day before the parade. They also went over the rules for the parade."
"Nothing bad happened?" Azrael repeated, visibly confused.
"Hm? Nothing in particular."
