The woman wore a purple shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly up to her forearms. Her long sky-blue hair was tied into a neat bun.
Several loose strands framed her beautiful face. A black pencil skirt wrapped around her figure.
High heels made her appear even taller.
Around 183 centimeters. Nearly the same height as Noah.
The woman was none other than Morgana.
Their head instructor.
Noah immediately walked toward her. "Hello, Instructor Morgana."
Hearing his voice, Morgana turned her head. Her calm amethyst eyes met his. Her expression was relaxed.
The usual strictness she carried wasn't present right now.
For Noah, Morgana was practically a hero. He still remembered the day she had saved him when several main characters had been chasing him down.
He genuinely respected her. And Morgana could easily see that admiration in his eyes.
"Noah?"
She looked at him calm expression.
"Going to the training ground, I assume?"
Noah nodded. "Yes."
