A sudden, blinding red flash tears through the night and yanks me out of sleep.
«L-Lyon, you crazy pervert… what the hell are you doing?!»
That voice—one I know all too well—follows the red light.
My eyes fly open.
The dorm room is dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon.
Faint, but enough to show me that…
W-Why the hell am I in the same bed as Kimberly Dulcar?!
We're lying on the narrow cot, back-to-back, still wearing the standard blue uniforms that familiars are forced to keep on during the day.
Right… now I remember!
Last night at dinner, I had a long talk with her about Vis energy, asking for advice on how to control it better.
She generously offered to give me some tips—after all, her rank is almost a thousand places higher than mine, so I obviously have a lot to learn from her.
