After my date with Rose ended, we both returned to the Tower, the quiet hum of mana-infused corridors welcoming us back like a familiar melody.
I had expected to feel a sense of uncertainty, maybe even guilt, but instead, there was only clarity.
This was the right choice.
The date had been more than just an outing—it had been confirmation. A way to make sure of my own feelings, to solidify the nebulous emotions that had been lingering between us. And now, I knew for certain.
I liked Rose.
Just as I liked the other three girls.
After a brief dinner, I retired to my room. I hadn't seen Cecilia since earlier in the afternoon—Archmage Charlotte had been putting her through some kind of advanced training, forcing her to cast spells without relying on her Gift. Knowing Charlotte, it was likely an exercise in sheer magical brutality, the kind that left even prodigies like Cecilia mentally drained by the end of the day.
With that thought, I stretched, ready to collapse into bed.
