The dim glow of a lamp powered by Mana stones illuminated a dark, shady room; it cast long shadows over the polished wooden floor. Even when it was still daytime, the lack of proper lighting inside the room made the lamp the only light you could see. The sole person staying in that room calmly looked at the stack of papers on his table. The vice president, whose appearance is greatly obscure by the darkness, sat with an amused smirk as he listened to the latest report.
"So, the first years stopped their little investigation?" he mused, tapping his fingers on the desk rhythmically.
The student in front of him nodded. "Yes, sir. After failing to get any substantial information, they seem to have lost interest. They've gone back to their normal routine—attending classes, socializing… even that Blair guy hasn't tried probing into anyone's mind recently."
