After lingering for a moment longer beneath the soft glow of the cherry blossoms, Orion finally turned and headed toward the academy's exit, the tranquil atmosphere now quiet and peaceful as dusk settled over Thunderpeak Royal Academy.
As Orion approached the academy's main gates, the sight of the familiar obsidian carriage greeted him—its sleek, reflective surface gleaming softly under the gentle glow of the nearby lamps.
Lucan leaned casually against the carriage, a playful grin immediately forming on his face upon noticing Orion. Edgar stood respectfully by the carriage door, patiently awaiting his arrival.
Lucan's eyes twinkled mischievously as he called out teasingly, "Well, well, if it isn't the famous hero of the day! Fifty floors, Young Master Orion? Even the older students passing by couldn't stop gossiping about you."
Orion chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he approached. "Is that so, Grandpa Lucan? News sure travels fast around here."
