A blonde tattooed woman sat down on a metal chair and placed a tray of food.
She looked around—with worry behind her eyes, and felt more at ease to see other students around, also eating. It seemed like she chose to be in a crowded place on purpose. Her hazel eyes turned to the treelines on the other side.
Nature is the best remedy for the mind, and it seemed that was really true.
Agnes slowly drifted into a pleasant trance.
Caer Darrow Academy has one of the best open cafeterias facing the well-maintained forest.
And right now, she is really glad to be in this academy.
It had been more than a month since the Blood Rite.
More than a month passed from the realization that Lion was dead. Killed in the Blood Rite.
Professor Richard's death reached her ears—and that made her incredibly paranoid, knowing the person who vouched for Lion. It was not her task to keep Lion safe during the Blood Rite, but even so, she couldn't help but worry.
She expected someone pay her a visit.
