The next few days passed without a single notable incident.
Life at the estate quickly settled back into its chaotic, yet comfortably familiar rhythm. Classes at the Academy continued as usual. The Boss disappeared into the Academy District every morning, only to return in the evening with either a mountain of bureaucratic paperwork, highly questionable magical artifacts, or exhausted stories that somehow always involved an explosion.
Ariana remained happily buried beneath towering stacks of alchemical research in her new workshop. Merle spent most of his time locked inside the study, muttering to himself as he drafted complex firearm and mana-cartridge designs. Irina continued creating problems much faster than Lily could possibly solve them, while Nero quietly and efficiently handled whatever chore was placed in front of him without a single complaint.
For Alicia, the mundane routine was a profound relief.
