Amon finally took a moment to observe the room where he was being treated.

It wasn't large, the stone walls were painted white, though the paint looked old and faded, like it had been done years ago. The air smelled faintly of herbs and incense.

"We're still in Mistvale Town… so where exactly is this place?" Amon asked as he continued to look around. His curious eyes surveyed the room.

His body was wrapped in bandages under the hospital clothes.

Selena, resting on the next bed, looked much better compared to him.

"Yes, we're still in town," Selena said calmly.

"This is one of the temple quarters here in the town. Before we lost consciousness, I sent an emergency message to the Headmistress. After she arrived, she helped us and called for assistance from the temple."

Amon nodded slightly. "So… have they already questioned you?about the incident happen here."

"They have," Selena replied softly.

"They'll probably ask you too. Just tell them what happened. I've already explained most of it since you told me before, but they'll want to hear your version as well. Your perspective is important."

Amon blinked, his mind processing her words. "Wait… how many days have I been unconscious?"

Selena looked at him with a calm expression.

"Two days. You've been asleep for two whole days. Honestly, I thought you'd gone into a coma," she confessed with a small grin.

Amon's eyes widened in surprise. Two days and yet his body still wasn't fully recovered.

Damn it! He felt bitter.

"So, did you find out anything? Who was behind the incident? Who they worked for? Or who Vikir really was as a mercenary?" he asked curiously.

There had been two different incident, rituals two dark plans. One to create a demonic human, and another to sacrifice souls to some mysterious weird Lady.

Selena was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she sighed softly.

"They didn't tell me much. But I'll probably learn more soon especially through my mother. She actually came here yesterday to see me. She wanted to talk to you, but unfortunately, you were still asleep."

Amon's eyes widened again, this time in pure shock.

The Empress of Valmoria came here?

And she wanted to talk to him?

Never in his life did he imagine something like this.

'Damn… coming to Arcadia Academy was worth it.' he thought nervously.

He swallowed hard. "Was she wanted ask about the incident to me?"

"Yes," Selena said with a smirk, clearly amused by his reaction.

"But not only that. She also wanted to thank you. After all, I wasn't the only one who fought and killed that thing. So we do save each others lifes."

Amon's face froze as Selena's teasing tone made him realize she was enjoying his discomfort.

"I'm popular now…" he muttered quietly.

But Selena still heard him. Her brow rose in amusement, and she snapped her fingers.

Snap!

Amon turned his eyes toward her.

"You're getting full of yourself, aren't you?" she said, smirking mischievously. "You are getting popular, but not in a nice way."

That smirk made him littel irritate. It reminds him about someone.

Then he remembered,

Her smirk reminded him of Eliana.

"Tch!" he clicked his tongue, annoyed.

Selena tilted her head, looking at him curiously. "What's wrong now?"

He looked at her with a faint glare. "You just reminded me of one annoying girl."

"Oh?" Selena raised a brow, her lips curling in mischief. "Thinking about another woman while a princess is sitting beside you… you've got some guts, Amon."

That caught him completely off guard.

Amon's eyes fell on her — the beautiful princess lying beside him.

Her long silver hair shimmered softly under the light. Her pale skin looked smooth and flawless, almost glowing. Her silver eyelashes framed her crystal-red eyes, which gleamed with both elegance and danger. Even the simple white robe she wore couldn't hide her perfect figure. Her curvy figure.

She was breathtaking regal and otherworldly beauty.

'How am I even thinking about that elf princess right now?' he, completely dazed.

'She's so beautiful… how did I forget what a stunning princess she is?'

He couldn't stop staring.

Selena noticed his gaze and frowned slightly. "Oi? What are you staring at?"

Amon blinked rapidly, snapping out of his trance.

"Uh… I was just...well, didn't you say how could I think about another girl? You were right," he said seriously. "You're so beautiful and stunning, how could I think of someone else? I'm truly sorry."

His tone was completely straight, almost too honest. It wasn't a smooth compliment it was just pure truth. He was talking seriously.

Not like a gentleman who complement a lady, respectfully with sweet expression.

Selena stared at him blankly for a moment… and then burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Amon, that's not how you compliment a woman!" she said between laughs. Then, calming herself, she added with a smile, "But I like your way more. I appreciate it."

Amon scratched his cheek awkwardly and chuckled.

It was a good sign, he wasn't drowning in sadness. He could move forward quickly. Still, he worried about Selena. Seeing her laughing like this, he realized she was even stronger than he thought not just physically, but mentally too.

Aslo it was first time seeing her laughed like that. She was usually called as cold and ruthless with expressionless face. But it was different right now.

They continued to talk and chat for a while, letting the quiet comfort fill the room.

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"By the way," Amon asked after a while,

"when can we go back to the Academy?"

"When you're able to move again, we'll leave," Selena replied softly.

"Oh… so I don't thin—!?"

A sudden knock on the wooden door stopped Amon mid-sentence.

Both of them turned their eyes toward the door.

Standing there was a man in a plain white robe with no markings. A large golden cross hung around his neck, gleaming faintly whenever the light touched it. The chain looked old but strong, like it had survived both battles and prayers.

He had short wheat-blonde hair and calm blue eyes. His face carried the kindness of someone who had seen both pain and peace. He looked to be in his late thirties, a gentle smile resting on his lips.

"If I'm not disturbing you both, may I come in?" he asked politely.

It was none other than Bishop Jonathan.

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