The sounds of conversation, page flipping, and the slight clattering of desks and chairs merged together, forming a delicate harmony.
Despite being slightly noisy, this sound brought about comfort as it was a true reflection of the vibrant vigor of life.
In the back row of this classroom.
Hyperion remained silent.
Conflicting emotions began to interweave in Hyperion's heart.
Her gaze fluctuated between the lectern and the exit, her fingers gently pinching the pages of the book, as her mental scale swayed.
"Lanci, usually, various types of preparations are required prior to challenging the Shadow World."
Finally, Hyperion strove to calm her inner turmoil first, speaking in a gentle, trickling tone,
"Of course, we also need to consider if our teammates are compatible."
And to practice more to ensure that our teammates are trustworthy and so on.
In short, leaving immediately is too abrupt, impulsive...
"How about we go in a few days? Please consider it carefully."