The time for the afternoon classes was drawing near.
Aozawa returned from sunny and pleasant Okinawa, touching down on the ground. He promptly used his catalyst sensing ability to verify that no one was around.
His body shifted from semi-transparent to solid.
He stepped out of the small grove and headed directly for the school building, changing into indoor shoes.
Upon reaching the classroom door, Aozawa sensed that something was off. Perhaps it was the unusually oppressive silence.
He entered the classroom through the back door. His gaze swept around, searching for the source of the stifling air. After scanning the room, his eyes settled on Phoenix Academy Maggie, who was seated by the window.
The blonde girl sat upright, her delicate, doll-like face tense, as if covered with a layer of frost.
Her eyes, sharp as unrivaled swords drawn from their sheaths, were intimidating to the point where one dared not look directly at them.
