—Frey Starlight's Pov—
A cursed one.
I was starting to believe that was the most accurate way to describe myself.
Like a spark that leaves behind nothing but blazing fire wherever it lands.
My heated encounter with Director Ivar had come to an end, and by the time I stepped out of the administration building, the sky had already turned dark.
Still, though I say "dark," the lights of the temple—more of a small city in its own right—lit up every corner, no matter how far.
The students were still bustling about, seemingly full of energy. I could hear their scattered conversations as I walked among them.
Some were simply fooling around with their friends.
Others were discussing exciting topics like the upcoming Victoriad, which, according to rumors, would be vastly different from those before it.
It's also worth noting that I passed by quite a few couples who seemed to be enjoying their dates under an atmosphere soaked in romance—
Despite being fully aware of the impending war.
