Two days had passed since the grand festival, and the echoes of its success still reverberated throughout the academy.
The event had garnered immense positive feedback from both the student body and the institution itself.
Scouts from various guilds and knightly orders were highly impressed, having had the chance to observe potential recruits in action.
Additionally, the tower masters from numerous magic towers across the world had eagerly witnessed what they hoped would be the emergence of a future archon.
In the aftermath of such a grand affair, Alice and I found ourselves buried in a mountain of paperwork, a stark contrast to the exhilarating days of the festival.
The once vibrant and bustling festival grounds were now quiet, with only the remnants of excitement lingering in the form of reports and documentation.
