On the way to Claire Elliot, someone's nape of the neck is noticed in the middle of an alley near the establishment they chose, and she alerts her companions.
— Shall we go say hello? — Toad asks.
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What is the worst thing that can happen to a student? Perhaps the fear of failing an exam and being expelled, or being rejected by the object of their affection and ridiculed by their classmates? For most, the years of study, the time of youth, are carefree and happy days when, in their ignorant privilege, people forget about truly terrible things and get upset over trivial matters.
As they approached, the trio discovered that it was not Ignatius, but only a part of him – his head lay on a trash container, and beneath it was his cloak, which created the mirage of his silhouette. When his brain finally realized what he was seeing, Toad reacted with a piercing scream, which soon brought the police of Alma to the scene.
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Initially, concerned about the students' mental well-being, the academy's director wanted to hide the truth about what happened from them, but under pressure from other teachers, she agreed with Duncan Mandrake's proposal to tell them about what happened so that they would not lose their vigilance. In addition, it was decided to cancel classes for this week and close the exit to the city until the culprit was found.
After the students were gathered from all corners of the city and brought back to the same hall where their entrance ceremony took place, Laurence Hatiora informed them, without going into unnecessary details, that Ignatius Warlong had been killed, and also about the decisions that the teachers had made next. After that, instead of classes, they were all sent to their rooms and told to appear individually for a personal conversation with Duncan or Carvia.
After that, instead of classes, they were all sent to their rooms and told to appear individually for a personal conversation with Duncan or Carvia.
Karvia seats the guest near herself.
— Tell me, Barbarian, how are you feeling?
— I don't know... I-I guess not very well. I didn't even have time to get to know anyone properly...
Ignatius appeared in the girl's field of vision from time to time, but they never had a chance to talk. Varya didn't push herself on him, and Ignatius... Maybe he was busy, or maybe he just didn't want to get to know her. She had to admit that she hadn't really noticed him, which is why she was now feeling guilty.
— I understood that sooner or later we would have to risk our lives... — the refitter felt that she was running out of breath, so she took a breath to continue her thought, but in the end she didn't say anything. And her thought was simple: that dying not even in battle, but like this, in peacetime in the middle of a bustling city, was scary and incomprehensible.
— And you? After all, he... — Varya wanted to add, "was in your class."
She sighs deeply.
-- Although, I don't know if it will help. This morning, it started with me going to Shere's place. We had some things to discuss... girl stuff. Then the other girls dragged me along with them to go shopping in town.
Realizing that this information might not be enough, she says:
-- Well, first there was Nira, and... who was she with... Oh, Bella. Then Chloe, Cassia, and Layla too. Then we were in town, managed to go into a couple of shops, and then I heard a scream and... -- tears well up again. -- You know what happened after that.
— Alright, go back to your room and try to get some sleep; you need to rest. If you can't, come here, and I'll cast a sleep spell on you.
After that, the girl returned to the room and lay down on the bed.
“Yuk-ka?” Varya asked softly into the darkness after a long time, checking to see if her roommate was asleep.