I left the marquis's bedroom with a steady gait.
At my waist, my mother's sword rested with a strange weight, comforting and solemn at the same time.
We exchanged no further words.
They were not necessary.
I walked down the corridors, feeling the curious glances of the servants on my shoulders.
They peeked around each corner surreptitiously, but I could sense their intentions. Still, I didn't pay any attention to them; today would be the last day anyway.
My only goal was to get to my room and pack my bags.
The marquis had already arranged everything else: a mansion awaited me in the capital, where I would spend the next few days before entering the academy. At that very moment, Sebastian must have been preparing the carriage and the escorts.
I packed calmly, checking and rechecking, but there was nothing I was particularly attached to.
The really important thing was already hanging from my waist: my mother's sword.
