"What did you and the Patriarch discuss?" Sylvester asked Silas.
Silas sighed. "I already told you. It is none of your business."
Silas stared through the spaceship's glass.
The ship had not started moving, but the students had already settled in.
This was a different spaceship that looked like a city from the outside.
But the inside was something else entirely.
The space was at least comparable to a planet's surface.
"The ship will move in seven minutes. Enter your room within that time," the ship's AI, a floating blob of energy, said.
"I will find out soon enough. Just so you know," Sylvester said, turning away with a smug smile.
Silas raised a brow.
"This guy never ceases to amaze me with how stubborn he is," he muttered.
"See you soon," Amelia waved, turning to find her own room.
Billie only nodded before leaving.
