Noah's clenched fists slowly relaxed as he walked beside Amelia.
The anger was still there, simmering quietly beneath the surface, but he forced himself to calm down. Losing control now wouldn't help anything.
After a moment, he turned his head toward her.
His expression softened slightly as he looked at her.
"Don't worry," he said quietly.
His voice was calm, but there was a firmness behind it that made the words carry weight.
"This will be the last time."
Amelia looked up at him when she heard that.
For a second, she simply stared at his face.
Then she nodded slowly.
"I know…" she muttered.
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Even though she knew Noah was only an apprentice magus.
Even though she knew everyone always said he barely had any talent.
Even though she knew how he was often looked down upon by other students at the academy.
Yet despite all of that, she found herself believing his words completely.
It was a strange feeling.
