"Hm~ Hm~ Hm~"
Cristo hummed cheerfully to himself as he strolled out of his dormitory room, hands tucked casually behind his head.
His steps were light, almost playful, as though the rules of Killian Hall didn't quite apply to him.
Technically, they weren't supposed to be wandering around just yet—the restrictions were clear enough—but that was only about leaving the premises of Killian Hall entirely.
Inside, there wasn't anyone stopping him, and he wasn't the type to sit still for long anyway.
Their journey had been exhausting.
Probably the longest of all the students who had just arrived—even compared to those who used magical floating ships.
Coming all the way from the eastern empire wasn't a short trip, and Cristo felt every mile of it still in his bones.
But now that they were here, the tiredness melted away, replaced by curiosity and that boyish eagerness he could never quite suppress.
The air of the academy was different.
