Outside the headmaster's office…
Luka stood stiffly, shifting from foot to foot, his ears catching the muffled shouting from within.
His teacher was being chewed out—again—for injuring a student.
He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose, but the uneasy pit in his stomach refused to settle.
Something felt off.
'The main character should be in the Medical Hall… nothing major should be happening,' Luka thought.
But then a cold realization struck him like lightning.
"Wait… wasn't the Saintess doing personal visits today?"
His eyes widened.
Without another moment of hesitation, Luka bolted.
He dashed through the hall, startling staff and ignoring their shouts to slow down.
His feet pounded against the floor, students yelping as he brushed past them—some stumbling to the ground in his wake.
He didn't stop.
Each turn, each step brought him closer, the tension growing heavier in his chest like a vice.
Minutes passed.
