Lance was seated on a bench inside the academy when suddenly, three people approached him. They were all dressed in white cloaks and had their heads covered.
The moment he saw them, he already knew who they were, so he got to his feet and bowed his head to them.
"There is no time for greetings now, Lance. The church needs you to come," one spoke, her voice sounding feminine.
"What could it be? I don't have permission to leave the academy," he said.
"It's part of your hero duties, so come with us," she said.
"But the academy—"
"We have spoken to the academy. They have given you permission. A carriage is waiting for us at the entrance of the academy. Come with us," the lady spoke, her tone leaving almost no room for argument.
Lance nodded. He got up and walked with them. They got to the carriage, and he got in with them. He sat beside the woman while the other two sat opposite them.
The coachman started their journey, and they left the academy.
