Amon stood before the infirmary door, inhaling deeply.
He nodded to himself twice with a smile, then pushed the door.
The infirmary was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, filling the room with gentle warmth. Only one person cleaned the shelves in the corner, an assistant in neat white attire. Other than her, the place was empty.
At the corner near the window was a table. Professor Adelia sat gracefully, her bright green hair tied back loosely as she read through a stack of documents.
The soft golden glow wrapped around her like she was some holy healer descended from the heavens.
Amon cleared his throat and tried to look dignified, failing immediately. "H-Hello, Professor Adelia."
Adelia lifted her head. Her warm smile bloomed, soft yet radiant. "Amon. Good afternoon."
Just hearing her voice made Amon feel he gained HP and mental stability.
'Wait... we don't have HP in the status window.' He again thought some useless things.
