-Frey starlight POV-
Sophia's class ended. After seeing her again, I figured I wouldn't run into any other familiar faces for a while.
As always, I was wrong.
An odd old man with white hair and a sharp black suit appeared, barking out as he entered:
"Don't touch anything with your filthy hands! Get to the damn training hall and wait for me!"
He barked at everyone.
I just sighed.
Luca Bonatiro.
The old bastard had found his way back, too.
His lab was still the same, filled with all those precious relics of his…
I really began to wonder if I hadn't somehow jumped a year backward.
In any case, he kicked all of us out.
I was just about to leave ... until his voice stopped me.
"Not you, Frey Starlight."
I halted and turned slightly to look at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You'll stay."
And so I did.
In the end, I found myself alone with Bonatiro.
He didn't speak, so I broke the silence myself.
"Forgive me, but why did you stop me?"
