Early the next morning, still in her pajamas, Dean Margaret ran to her office under the astonished gazes of many students.
With a "bang," she flung open the office door, panting heavily from running so fast.
The delicate silk pajamas, soft and smooth, heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.
As Margaret brushed aside a strand of golden hair from her eyes and looked into the office.
Lann, sitting on a large chair behind the desk, was categorizing the last document neatly.
The stacks of neatly organized files on the desk almost made Margaret think her teacher had teleported back last night.
Shaking her head vigorously, Margaret hurriedly walked toward the desk with a worried expression.
"Where is the a-45-e file? That's the reply for Redania's spy chief, Dikoschek, and it needs to be sent out immediately. This sly old fox won't miss any chance to drag the academy into war!"
"That fat pig will surely report us to King Vizimir if the reply arrives even a bit late!"
