บท 94: Market

When Ansellus finally let him go, the ocean waves like sky had already darkened into deep indigo.

Among them, Takeuchi still can see small dots of stars flickering like distant lanterns.

The moon hung low, casting a silver glow that bathed the academy grounds in an ethereal light.

Feeling the weight of exhaustion in his bones and the heaviness of his limbs like lead, Takeuchi forced himself to head to the market.

The Academy at night was no less vibrant than during the day.

The night air was filled with the lively chatter and murmur of pupils who believed they thrived better in each other's company.

The market was a bustling hive of activity, the hum of voices blending into a constant drone that buzzed in his ears.

It was a symphony of sound, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clinking of glasses.

The left side of the castle, which seemed imposing by day, now felt like a welcoming haven.