As the sun rose over the city of Restara, revealing the modern-day workers commuting to their work—
"HUH!?"
—A horrified shriek resounded from a luxurious apartment complex.
More specifically, coming from Lillian's apartment.
Lillian, having just awoken from her sleep and being met with an awful hangover, tightly clutched the edges of a neatly handwritten letter that was left on her bedside table.
[ Good Morning, Lillian.
By the time you are reading this, I will've already left. I am needed back at the estate by my father and those living there. I most likely won't be back until the start of the Academy.
I made sure not to wake you, for I know you would be experiencing an intense hangover from your extreme intake of alcohol yesterday.
I've transferred enough money to you to last until then. Make sure not to go out, and if you do, don't go meet up with someone I haven't met.
Make sure to call and FaceTime every day. And if you can't, make sure you do it once every week.
