Arlo opened his door before the person on the other side could even knock. His instincts had been prickling since the familiar mana signature approached.
When the door swung open, Professor Cecilia stood there, one brow raised in mild surprise.
"You were expecting me?" she asked lightly.
Arlo stepped aside, sighing. "Noah told you, didn't he?"
A small smile appeared on her face. "That he did."
He gestured towards the chair by his desk. "You might as well come in."
Cecilia entered with a nod. She didn't sit immediately. Instead, she turned to face Arlo directly, her expression composed but gentle.
"Why don't we skip the preamble," she said. "Ask your questions, Arlo. I'll try my best to answer them."
Arlo blinked. He hadn't expected that. "You're not here to tell me to stop investigating you?"
Cecilia chuckled softly, crossing her arms. "You and Noah are not that different. Neither of you listens when someone says no."
