The super train glided through the landscape, a silent silver bullet carrying them away from the mountains, away from the battles, away from the blood and the fear. Nero sat by the window, watching the world blur past—green hills, small villages, the distant sparkle of rivers. Khione sat beside him, her shoulder pressed against his, a quiet, solid warmth.
Across from them, Elreth sat in her own silence. The princess had not spoken since they boarded. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought. The healing potion had mended her body, but the weight of the past days lingered in her gaze. When the train finally pulled into the academy city station, she rose without a word, gave them a single, small nod, and disappeared into the crowd, heading toward the Samael palace.
Nero and Khione watched her go. Then they turned and walked in the opposite direction, into the outer city.
