Life at the academy continued smoothly as always.

One day, after classes ended, Noa didn’t leave immediately. She carried her bag in one hand, walked over to a seat by the training grounds, and sat down, resting her bag on her knees. From inside, she retrieved a letter.

The envelope was already opened—Noa had read it earlier during the day.

But its contents had brought her so much joy that she wanted to read it again.

Mevis, who was tidying up her teaching materials for the day, noticed that Noa hadn’t left yet and walked over to her.

“It’s not …