“Ian, Ian… Ian…”
Dinua, held tightly in my arms, shed tears as she rubbed her head against me. The tears streaming down her face began to soak the patient’s clothes, leaving a damp sensation on my skin.
But there was an inexplicable pull between us, one that made it impossible to separate from her. When I finally managed to pull her away, her sobbing subsiding for a moment, I noticed her top was completely drenched with tears and a bit of a runny nose.
“Senior,” I called softly.
“…Yes?” she replied, her voice trembling.
“I won’t ask you why,” I said firmly.
What had already happened—why she stabbed me, how she felt—none of that mattered now. What truly mattered was ensuring that such a thing never happened again.
“So… cooperate well with the investigation,” I added.
“Okay…” Dinua nodded lightly, her voice carrying a tone of resignation. It seemed she had accepted my words, and her mental state didn’t appear as bad as I had feared.
I opened the door to the interrogation room and stepped outside. The inquisitor, who was taking a break in the corridor, looked up in surprise at the sudden sound of the door opening. When he saw my face, his expression shifted to one of alarm.
“What, what!?”
“Hello,” I greeted casually.
The inquisitor instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but stopped when his eyes landed on the symbol engraved on the back of my hand.
“…A Summoner? Are you an academy cadet? How is a cadet here…?”
“Want to know?” I asked with a smirk.
The inquisitor froze, seemingly realizing the gravity of the situation. He was sharp enough to understand that someone who had managed to infiltrate this far could just as easily leave undetected.
I pointed towards the room behind me.
“Start the interrogation. She’ll cooperate now.”
“What did you do…? By any chance, are you Cadet Ian?”
“I will not comment.”
His eyes widened, and I could tell he was connecting the dots. Although he didn’t recognize me personally, it seemed Dinua had mentioned something about cooperating only after seeing me.
“I’ll leave now,” I said, turning away.
“Ah, yes…”
“One more thing—you shouldn’t use t0rture. It would cause big trouble,” I added pointedly.
“…I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied with a slight shrug.
Leaving the inquisitor behind, I exited the building.
Surprisingly, the interrogation room was located at the top of a high spire. As I looked down at the distant ground, which seemed impossible to reach without a summon capable of flight, I realized I had encountered a significant problem.
“How am I supposed to get down from here…?”
Eventually, I managed to descend the spire and headed straight to the dormitory. I wasn’t injured, so visiting the infirmary felt unnecessary, and I figured it would only result in getting scolded.
“I just took a vacation,” I muttered.
Well, it was more of a sick leave than a vacation, but rest was rest. Besides, taking time off from the academy wasn’t exactly unheard of.
Resting was important.
To be honest, my life at the academy was overwhelming. For someone like me, who had spent most of their days idling away, this tightly packed schedule felt suffocating.
When I finally arrived at the dormitory, grumbling slightly, I noticed something unusual.
The door to my room was ajar.
“…Did I leave the door open?”
It didn’t seem likely. As I opened the door, I immediately spotted women’s shoes placed neatly in the hallway.
In this world, there was no custom of removing shoes indoors. No one would bother taking off their shoes while sneaking into someone else’s room.
This meant the intruder was someone who knew me well.
I didn’t even have to think twice to guess who it was.
“…Stella,” I muttered.
“You’re late,” came her response.
Stella Eritz was sitting on my bed, looking up at me. Clad in her academy uniform, it seemed she had come directly from class—or perhaps even during class.
“How did you get in here?” I asked.
“The manager opened the door for me,” she replied nonchalantly.
“…Isn’t this my room?”
“I told them I was your lover,” she said, smirking.
I cursed inwardly. The men’s dormitory had such poor security compared to the women’s. A woman could enter without much hassle, but the reverse wasn’t true.
‘What kind of double standard is this?’ I thought irritably.
With a sigh, I looked at Stella. From the moment I arrived, she had been sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting against them.
It didn’t seem like she had come for a specific purpose. If that were the case, she would have brought it up immediately, given her straightforward nature.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“Why am I here…?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disappointment. “That’s too much.”
I could tell from her slight pout and the way she exhaled softly that she wasn’t even sure of her own feelings.
She had probably come to see me after hearing the news of my injury. Yet now that she was here, she didn’t know what to say.
Naturally, I sat down beside her. It was my bed, after all.
As I settled next to her, Stella shifted slightly, putting a little distance between us. She must have felt shy, unsure of how to express her emotions.
“Why did you come?” I asked again, my tone gentle.
Her cheeks reddened, but she didn’t respond immediately.
Shyness could be endearing. Having experienced so much in life already, I couldn’t feel as self-conscious as she did.
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