Cecilia emerged from the meeting room with a throbbing headache. She had just spent several hours smiling politely while world leaders debated her existence and connections like she was a natural resource to be managed.
The fluorescent lights of the hallway seemed harsher than before and the air was too dry. She wanted, desperately, to return to her temporary apartment and bury herself in Oathran's cooking and Arkai's chest muscles and Eastiel's ridiculous karaoke machine.
That was when she saw them.
Three figures stood in the hallway, their postures patient and their expressions calm. But—their faces were so familiar that Cecilia's exhausted brain stuttered and rebooted like a malfunctioning phone.
Professor Hargrave? Professor Ialdi?! P-Professor Suna?!
They're… they're same Professors, no, the same people—
They were the people she had known in the School Romance scenario, the Athenaeum, the magic academy where she had been a student and they had been her teachers!
