As Arthur stepped out of Isabella's cabin, he let out a deep breath. "She sure is trying hard to charm me," he muttered under his breath, his mind replaying the session.
[Well, it's not entirely ineffective. Without your skill, it might've been much harder to keep your focus,] Sol chimed in, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. [Still, her efforts seem wishful. She's clearly hoping to chip away at your defenses over time.]
"Hah~ Wishful thinking indeed," Arthur replied, shaking his head as he made his way toward the cafeteria.
By the time he arrived, it was relatively empty, the late hour leaving only a few students scattered across the room. After a quick meal, Arthur returned to his dorm, collapsing onto his bed.
The following days blended into a monotonous routine. Each morning began with lectures, followed by his private sessions with Isabella. Despite her best attempts, she couldn't seem to break through his composure.
