Ilwoo drifted down the corridor, the professor's suspicious reaction still gnawing at him.
He pondered without much thought, not realizing he had already reached the end of the classroom until he heard Istella's voice, which snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Master Ilwoo, you came."
"Istella." Ilwoo gave a small, wry smile as he noticed her bowing to him.
"Rough first day?" she asked, seeing the difference in Ilwoo's expression.
Ilwoo waved a hand.
"Mess, like you wouldn't believe." He scratched the back of his neck.
Just as Ilwoo spoke, Istella understood something had happened on Ilwoo's side, but she stood silent, looking at him.
"Master Ilwoo, your dormitory is ready," she said, with much further respect, as she led the way to his dorm.
Soon, they stood before his private dorm. Istella opened the door and stepped aside, watching him enter. Ilwoo gave a tired nod and stepped in, collapsing onto the bed without bothering to close the door.
