Finally, the day had arrived—the day of their admission into the Royal Academy.
Rest sat in a carriage, heading toward the Academy, accompanied by Viola and Primula, his fiancées and companions. All three of them were dressed in the Academy's uniform, their new appearances refreshing and a sign of the new chapter they were about to embark on.
"It feels like a dream to be going to school with you, Rest," Viola said, her voice filled with excitement.
"It's not that unusual, really. We've been living together this whole time," Rest replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Viola's enthusiasm was hard to miss, and it made Rest chuckle softly. After all, they had been living under the same roof for quite some time now, yet Viola seemed overjoyed as if this was something entirely new.
