The dean led Adam, Alfred, Aria, and Sara through the academy grounds, past the main dormitories, and toward a secluded area. The path was lined with sleek, glowing lampposts, casting a soft blue light over the pavement. It was quiet here, away from the noisy students still buzzing over the earlier match.
The president and Gloria had already left—something about "handling presidential matters" before the president practically dragged her off. That left just the four of them.
Finally, they stopped in front of a two-story building.
No—mansion.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "This is supposed to be our apartment?"
Aria let out a low whistle. "Damn. They're really spoiling us, huh?"
The dean chuckled. "Consider it a necessity. You two aren't exactly normal students. The academy prefers its special cases to have a special living space."
Adam, hands in his pockets, didn't react much, just gave the mansion a passing glance before walking toward the entrance.
