Razeal returned to Levy's shop again. As he had already slipped into his black robe and mask after leaving the academy. The moment he left campus, a sense of eagerness bubbled in his chest. He didn't waste any time. No detours. No unnecessary thoughts. All that mattered was getting back to training.
This time, however, he didn't sneak in through the back window. There was no need. The theatrics of his first visit were purely symbolic a gesture to give the mysterious "boss" an impactful entrance. That moment had already passed.
So, without hesitation, Razeal pushed open the front door and stepped inside.
Just as he entered, he caught sight of Levy behind the counter, deep in conversation with a customer.
