It had already been a week since the incident.
The Academy had returned to its usual routine. Students were slowly getting used to the everyday life and classes again, though a faint sadness still remained in the air.
Most of the first-year students had managed to move on, but the absence of those who had lost their lives in the dungeon was still felt.
Currently, in Class A, Amon was sitting beside the violet-haired boy, Marcus, as usual. The classroom was filled with students, though there were still a few empty seats belonging to the unfortunate students, Since they will never come back.
Eliana and Seraphina sat in the front row. The wolf-girl Aisha was in the middle row near the window.
Arnold, as always, sat at the very back, leaning by the window with a calm expression. His posture looked as if he were the protagonist of some story.
At the front of the class, Professor Cristina was teaching history again.
