"I see…" she murmured, holding back a sigh.
"You have full freedom to arrange the schedule as you like," Dante added, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather. "Since you are the only teacher there, you know best what they need."
Alina's face brightened immediately. "Really? Thank you so much, sir!" she beamed, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
Dante's gaze lingered on her for a moment, perhaps faintly amused by how easily her mood shifted from polite formality to genuine excitement. "Anything else, Miss Alina?" he asked.
Her eyes flicked upward—just for a moment—catching the faint curve of his dark horns before she quickly refocused on her papers. "Yes. Class D needs a cork bulletin board… and a few other things as well."
"Good," Dante said with a decisive nod. "I don't know what things are necessary for a classroom, so if you require anything, you can ask me."
