The chime of three o'clock rang out from Ichrite Academy in the winter of December.
Frey's dormitory had quite the feel of a detective's office.
On the deep brown walls hung clippings from cases he had solved and old maps, his desk was littered with a multitude of files and notes, and beside it stood a microscope, a few alchemy reagent jars, and an opened geography magazine.
In the grid space of the floor-standing low-foot rack next to his office desk were some newspapers, manuscripts, magnifying glasses, fingerprint powder, and some magic tools of unknown purpose.
Two leather sofas faced a fireplace, ideal for visitors or Frey himself.
In the clang of the old bell tower, both Lanci and Frey looked out the window.
Thanks to the prestige accrued over the past few months in the Student Council, Frey's previously unknown detective agency occasionally received commissions now.