So he turned slightly, resting his chin on his hand, and asked in the most innocent tone he could muster:
"Say, Lysaria… tell me about the Royal Academy."
Her head turned toward him slowly.
Eyes narrowed.
"…What?"
"The Academy," he said again, more casually now, as if discussing the weather.
"Like… how the dorms are divided.
Who oversees the ranking matches.
Where they keep the more... sensitive spell scrolls."
She sat up, squinting at him like he'd just grown bat wings.
"Are you seriously using this romantic moonlit moment to extract classified magical infrastructure out of me?"
Kael blinked. "Is that a no?"
Yue, hovering lazily overhead, slapped a hand to her forehead. "You absolute gremlin."
Lysaria shook her head in disbelief. "You're the worst."
Kael just grinned.
"You're the one who said you were almost Rank 3. I'm just taking notes from a prodigy."
Lysaria sighed—this time not in frustration, but something softer.
Quiet.
Thoughtful.
