Choice [1]

Shortly after finishing their meal, Belle began to prepare for her afternoon lectures.

Brandon didn't want to waste any time, and so he began preparing to embark to the Academy as well.

There was a specific person he wanted to meet.

Someone who might or might not know something about the incursion.

Amelia Constantine, his committee head.

After the festival, the committee had cemented its establishments and were set to resume operations.

This meant that Brandon was now a full fledged Disciplinary Committee member.

Looking at the mirror, Brandon scanned his body for any impurities.

"Nice."

His body was speck and clean as if he had never suffered any injuries a night ago.

He went on to ponder.

Even if Amelia didn't have the relevant information that he needed, surely she could get him in contact with her father, Albert Constantine.