"No matter what you're thinking of doing, don't."
Standing on the door to a room was Ravenna with her arms crossed tightly.
Inside the room was Mirel was already packing up his necessities—he was going to his own sponsor, the Feradith Family. The tournament was tomorrow, and he would go to the site along with his sponsor, not alone.
Knowing who it was, Mirel didn't bother to turn around.
"And what made you think it's better that I don't?" He asked, his hands still busy packing.
"Because that will save you a lot of trouble," Ravenna answered firmly—she doesn't want things to get complicated. "Even if you can catch him in the act, what would you even say to him? Before reaching the academy, you're the one who was closest to Lucivar the most, and you know well that when he fixed his mind on something, he would see it until the end."
Mirel stopped abruptly and then turned around, meeting Ravenna's gaze straight on.
