When Trafalgar opened his eyes, he found himself back in the wide hall where they had first been teleported before the labyrinth. All around, dozens of students were seated or standing, their voices low, waiting for some kind of announcement.
Beside him sat Cynthia, arms crossed and looking composed as ever.
"What happened?" Trafalgar asked, his voice still groggy.
"You collapsed," Cynthia replied flatly. "I had to drag you to the end."
Trafalgar blinked at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh? You actually helped me? I thought you'd leave me behind. Is the name Morgain really that scary to you?"
Cynthia's gold eyes narrowed. "Listen, here in the academy, surnames don't matter much. Be careful with what you say. You could end up like Alfons one day if you're careless. And this time, you won't have the protection they gave us in the labyrinth."
A nervous chuckle escaped him. "Hehe… it was a joke, you know that, right?"
Cynthia didn't respond.
