Clack, clack, clack.

“The weather’s nice today, isn’t it, Lilith?”

“Yes, Master Ethan.”

It had been a week since I’d bought the swimsuits at Ligeia’s shop. Ethan and I were on our way south for the final exploratory class of the term—Marine Studies—traveling by carriage as usual. The only difference was that our carriage was packed with a bit more luggage and had one more passenger than usual.

“…If I had known it would turn out like this, I’d have learned to drive a carriage myself. I never thought I’d end up alone on the front seat…”

“Don’t worry about …