The sun had already set a while ago and Zoemi was walking through the dark courtyard, returning to the dormitory, when he unexpectedly spotted someone.
"...?"
The black-haired boy was already running late and he didn't particularly have time to stop and chit-chat, but still – taking into consideration who it was, he decided that it would be rude of him not to at least say hello...
...after all that very person was actively trying to win over Zoemi's father and the young attendant was one hundred percent supporting the idea...
"You can do it... stay calm... he told you that he will answer... it's just like a battle – a Perserios doesn't run from a battle! Alright! Future husband!"
"...!"
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