They never made it to heal Quia's Summon.
Only two hours left until the opening ceremony, and they decided to head to the academy first, which was placed in the Bastion's centre.
The air on the street felt stuffy as they walked. Nonhumans gazed at them with gratitude, a burden on the new saviours of the town.
Those were fine. Ciel sighed, but it was the two arguing on both her sides that was the problem.
"Elf." Shire shut her eyes, relaxed. "Do you perhaps have a problem with me that I don't care about?"
Quia winced at Ciel's left, staring across her shortie's shoulders towards Shire. "Have some self-awareness. The moment I blink, you could have torched Ciel just for fun."
Shire didn't speak a word.
And instead, she merely raised her intertwined hand with Ciel, giving it a flaunting shake.
"You-" The elf seethed her teeth, then turned her anger to someone else. "Ciel. How come did you know a crazy bitch like her?"
Ciel tilted her head. "Crazy?"
