Seeing the two people leave, the figure in green also got up and left through the different exit.
"Where are they going?" This mysterious person had a familiar voice.
Once outside, the stalker quietly followed her targets; they were going to a secluded alley not far from the station.
She made a sharp turn after them, only to discover that the two students were nowhere to be found.
After a few steps forward, she heard the sound of sothing landing behind her, followed by a voice.
"You are even worse than I thought. Care to explain why you are following us, or do we have to persuade you?" She wanted to escape into the alley, but the way forward was suddenly blocked by the other one.
Cyril vigilantly stood before his stalker, trying to get a good look at their face now that he was close.
To his surprise, Cyril was able to recognize this person.
"Myra? What are you doing?" Cyril was shocked to discover it was his own classmate.
"I knew there was sothing wrong with her! What a maniac!"
Upon seeing that her identity had been discovered, Myra removed the cap covering her face. "Hey, Cyril. This is not what you think."
She looked tense and awkward but didn't make any additional movents, accepting the fact that she was caught.
Seeing that this was soone known to his friend, Edmund visibly relaxed and no longer carried that fake smile on his face.
"I can explain, but I want to speak to Cyril privately, please; it's important to ." She wanted to negotiate.
Her plea caused Edmund nearby to exclaim. "Personally, I wouldn't recomnd that, but it's your choice."
To his words, Cyril gave a nod, indicating his willingness to talk.
"I see that you are popular; I am kind of jealous." He sighed with emotion and continued.
"I shouldn't ddle in your affairs, so just talk this out among yourselves; I'll wait for you over there. If she does sothing, call ." Edmund, with laughter, went a bit further away, leaving Cyril alone with Myra.
"So, why were you following ?" Cyril crossed his arms, a wary look on his face.
Myra stood there silently for a few seconds, trying to find the right words.
"This may be hard to believe, but please listen. In the past, I explored a ruin and found a strange stone with an odd pattern" She nervously began talking.
"That stone gave ... visions of the future. In them, the world is destroyed by demons, but I also saw you—clad in knight's armor. I got this strong feeling that you are the solution to this future tragedy." Myra said quickly, sowhat avoiding Cyril's eyes.
Cyril certainly never expected to hear sothing like this.
He thought of all sorts of possible reasons: maybe she was in love with him, maybe she had a grudge with his family, but not this.
"She must be lying!"
"Hold on, what are you talking about? You saw the future? How do you expect anyone to believe this?" Cyril replied.
He felt like his life changed in a weird direction lately. First he has soone in his head, and now his classmate claims to be a prophet.
"I can prove it" Myra exclaid.
"Soon, the crown prince himself will enroll in our academy. Beyond that, in our first year, they'll take us to the Tower on a tour—there will be a small attack by demons then." She spoke nervously but with anticipation; she really wanted Cyril to believe her.
I don't even know what to think about this. She doesn't seem the lying type.
"I don't trust her; that's awfully a lot of visions she had"
His silence weighed heavily on Myra; with each passing second, her expression beca more and more tense.
Finally Cyril answered her, "Alright, I don't exactly believe you yet, but I am willing to test your words. So how am I related to saving the world?"
Cyril had already encountered sothing inexplicable, so his mind was quite open-minded at the mont.
Besides, part of him wanted to believe such a story—how thrilling that would be.
"Thank you! Well, I am not sure how you are related—that's why I wanted to follow you. Maybe you'll do sothing important soday—or encounter sothing special? We'll surely find out." Her voice grew much more spirited.
Cyril thought for a mont before asking again "What exactly happens in your visions? We've been fighting demons for a long ti already; I don't see how they can destroy the world at this point."
With the passage of ti humans only beca better at war and the days of fearing demons are in the past.
"I didn't see it too clearly; there could be a new wave of demons coming. Anyway, we can talk in detail about this later; it's not good to keep your friend waiting." Myra said with a smile.
"She is evading the question".
"Oh, and can you please keep this a secret? I don't want to test other people's trust in ." Myra said with a sheepish expression.
"No problem," Cyril calmly replied, and then continued, "Since you're so insistent on following , do you want to co with us? We're planning to grab so food and relax for a bit."
"You are way too casual about this!"
If by chance she is telling the truth, don't you think my 'specialness' could be you? This might help understand my situation better—and besides, befriending soone strong isn't a bad idea.
"I would be glad to! Lead the way." Myra didn't think long before accepting.
"I don't think I am related to her delusions in any way, but I will trust your judgnt."
...
Together, they went to find Edmund, to whom Cyril quickly explained that they now had a new friend. "Her na is Myra—my classmate. She's strong with a spear, defeated in a duel even."
"How impressive! Another class I genius. Welco aboard. My na is Edmund, from class III. Let's have so fun today." Said Edmund in a friendly voice.
He didn't let the earlier episode get in the way of this day; he looked excited to et a new person.
The three of them went to find a fitting restaurant. They didn't search for long.
It seed like Edmund was already familiar with this place and knew where to find a table with no hassle.
The group took a seat on the second-floor balcony overlooking a fountain.
They ordered their food and talked about their new life at the academy.
Despite how this group gathered, the conversation wasn't boring or stale; it was thanks to Edmund again, who always knew what to say in a social gathering.
Besides, sohow it was easy for Cyril to talk to Myra. He even got the feeling they were friends for a long ti already.
Their table happened to have one place empty. Rhamn sat there, her head resting on her arms as she smiled at Cyril.
"Did you hear about the incident in our Spell Making class, Edmund?" Eventually, Myra ntioned the explosion caused by one Leo Arken during their first practical lesson.
"Of course, the whole academy was buzzing that day; that guy was way over his head. A bit ironic how the only class to have an accident like that was class I." Finishing that sentence with a laugh, he also added so new information.
"Did you know that there was a fight in the hospital after that? Turns out he has a childhood friend in Class I, a guy nad Cedric" He lowered his head with an intrigued expression.
"Apparently, Cedric went to check on Leo, but Leo just scread sothing about surpassing him. I predict we can expect many interesting things from them in the future." His voice was filled with mischief.
"Leo's mother is a very influential woman. I have a feeling she will try to interfere with our academy in so way." This was the second ti Cyril heard sothing similar from Myra.
Could it be that she saw sothing about the Arken family?
"Or she just knows so insider information."
"It's not like she's angry with us. Why should we even worry about the Academy? Plus, I heard our principal isn't so pushover either. Let's just enjoy our youth," Edmund said dismissively.
It was clear he didn't care too much about that.
Before talking with Myra today, Cyril would've thought the sa, but now he was just slightly more apprehensive of this whole ordeal.
At this mont the waiter brought them an expensive-looking bottle, along with three glasses.
"You ordered alcohol? I didn't think we would be drinking today." Asked Cyril with a half-judging tone.
"Just a little. We are already 18; what's wrong with that? We simply must have a drink for our new school life and for new relationships!" Edmund said excitedly.
Myra didn't object to that in any way.
"Co on, I want to know how it tastes," and Rhamn encouraged it, so Cyril decided not to ruin this little party; he was also curious how it tasted.
And with that their conversations flowed even more smoothly; they talked and shared stories until it was already getting dark outside.
...
In a good mood, Cyril suggested to his two slightly drunken companions to leave.
"Yeah... but we should do this again; it feels nice to just relax and not think about anything complicated for a mont." Myra said in a quiet voice.
Cyril had to agree with her; before this, he didn't even realize how tense he was.
"Damn it, Cyril, why do you look completely fine? Did you even drink with us?" Complained Edmund.
Indeed, unlike his two tipsy friends, Cyril looked completely sober.
"I guess I just have a high tolerance; enough sitting around; let's go already and breathe so air." Cyril replied.
Edmund strongly insisted he pay for this al since he was the one who took them here and bought the expensive alcohol.
No one objected to that, so they left the building and started walking towards the station.
To keep talking so more, they took the long path to the station through so alleyways.
At this ti, there was no one else outside but them.
Under the moonlight, the monotonous grey boxes—what passed for hos in this Empire—looked almost beautiful.
I didn't ask Ed about that healer today; I can do that another ti...
I don't know if Myra is really seeing the future or not, but I don't think she is a bad person. I have this gut feeling that I can trust her...
"If you say so..."
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