In a distance away, farther from the others, yet not so much that they would desperately seek them, two figures sat at the edge of the pavement.
One with a solemn expression and the other with a contemplative gaze.
Around them was the stark reminder of the destruction awaiting the Academy, but that fact alone seemed deplorable to the two. Well, one.
Cricken Royce had never been on edge as he was now.
Aiding in the confrontation between the former Lecturers and the students had shown him quite a side he didn't expect to see.
And that was concerning the Princess.
Meadow, with her luscious golden hair, dampened by the escalating rain and a gaze that seemed to look straight into the future, sat in silence.
A far cry from what Cricken had witnessed a moment ago.
'Perhaps she was mourning her death, but the Princess killing a human was not in any of our registers.'
He wondered but he shoved that thought away.
