The dining hall door clicked open and Lilura stepped out.
Silas stood nearby, his eyes meeting hers as she passed him without a word.
Silas did not bother. He walked back into the dining hall.
"So, Rion, did you save the conversation?" He asked.
"Yes."
Silas nodded with a smile as he walked out of the dining hall, already heading to his room.
"Clara, I don't want any disturbances. I would be in seclusion until I feel like coming out," he said to Clara, who had appeared behind him at some point as he walked. "No one is to disturb me unless I come out willingly."
"Yes, Master Silas," Clara replied, trailing his steps.
Silas nodded.
Soon, they reached the elevator and Silas went up to his room.
He sat on his bed, his back resting against the headboard as he reviewed the list of things he wanted to learn, from the full game making process, to the techniques, to the models.
"This would be a long journey," Silas muttered with a slight smile.
