Hannah clenched her fists as she looked at Rowen.

She couldn’t understand why her father was at the academy, especially at this late hour.

His face was not welcoming.

Every time she saw his face, she was reminded of the nightmare of the blue spear she had seen that day. He was someone she wanted to avoid.

And Hannah bowed her head unnaturally and greeted her father, whose gentle voice she had not heard in a while.

“Father… no, sir.”

Rowen stood still, looking at Hannah. His daughter, who was still holding a sword, …