The whispers of conversations converged above the platform.
The gradually dispersing students vaguely divided into three zones on the evening platform.
The tense and inexperienced lower-grade area, the guarded and exclusionary middle-grade, and the senior-grade area that ignored everything.
Fudote glanced over the food on the long table; the banquet food on the tree trunk layer was similarly exquisite, with no suspicious parts or organs or raw food. She heard the dog meat beside her, looking up, say, "So Silent Moments can affect the giant tree after all..."
"It couldn't originally, but the primordial darkness has amplified the power of all the weird... You've never even opened a book from the Mysticism Course, have you?"
"I can't read."
The dog meat said it as a matter of course, and the attention quickly shifted from the Mont Metis protecting the banquet to the food on the table.
