The patrol ended exactly the way Liora had promised Elion it would.
It was completely quiet. In fact, it was almost too quiet.
They walked the length of the first-year floor, with their boots echoing softly against the polished floor, and the ambient hum of mana-lamps filling the air.
Classroom doors lined the corridor in neat intervals, some sealed shut with soundproofing runes, others faintly glowing as lessons continued inside.
There had been no fights to break apart, no arguments to intervene in. And no dramatic chases if that was even a thing in these parts.
For the whole length of the patrol, it was just the two of them strolling through the halls like they owned the place.
Liora didn't seem bothered in the slightest.
In fact, she talked animatedly to no end.
