Day two thousand five hundred. Three weeks left before Ren's academic life ended.
He walked the main corridor of the academy with his mind at that specific point in the future and his feet in the present, which was a combination that let his mana escape a little and produced the kind of walk that people who didn't know him well described as "presence" but that was actually just Ren thinking about several things simultaneously without having consciously decided what to do with his face, which had settled, without his input, into serious eyes and a slight narrowing that the ambient mana around him was making considerably more severe than intended.
Three weeks also until the formal betrothal announcement, before joining the wall army for a few more years.
