In the Elvara grand palace, repaired by the dwarves. Asura sits quietly with Mu Xue sitting on his lap, their eyes fixated on a small parchment of paper. The parchment carried the royal emblem of Silvara and the academy.
"It seems our break is over. To think so long has passed, and I barely got to enjoy my time in the classroom."
"Why so dramatic? It just means we should cherish the next four months before we complete the year and move up together." Mu Xue pouted, her lips raising slowly as she leaned against Asura's muscular chest. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Asura looked at his beautiful maid who closed her eyes while rubbing her cheeks against his chest.
He thought back to the last moments in the Elven empire, his promise with Celine and the queen while taking Philis with him purely because her body needed his anima to recover from the severe necrosis that destroyed most of her organs.
'Not to mention, she knows I am related to Azoth.'
