“I’ll be back, Isabel.”

“Have a good trip, Lilith. You too, young master.”

“Right. Please take good care of Eris.”

“Eris, Mommy and Daddy are going out for a bit.”

“Okaaaay!!”

The last semester of my Academy life, fourth year, second semester.

From the very first day of the new semester, the atmosphere in our dorm felt as harmonious as that of any ordinary household.

In fact, you could easily replace us with a family—parents and a child—and the scene would still be perfectly believable.

Isabel gave off the vibe of a responsible eldest daughter, and Eris, with a bit …