Mei already knew some things.
Back at the academy, she'd begun to suspect.
The way Arlon carried himself, the way he fought, the way his presence lingered in the eyes of others—it was too distinct.
She had considered the possibility that the Arlon who had killed a Demon alongside a savior, the one whispered about by NPCs and saviors alike… was the same Arlon who'd sat across from her in the academy's cafeteria.
Of course, no one would believe it.
Why would someone like that—someone who had already killed a Demon—pretend to be a student?
He was too young, too quiet. Too normal.
But then again, this was a world of magic and swords. And in Trion, the impossible was often just an everyday inconvenience.
Still, she didn't accept it right away.
Not until Arlon disappeared.
After he left the academy, she used her family's connections.
