Morning light spilled through the curtains of Noel's dorm room, but he didn't wait for it to fully settle.
Two days.
That was all the weekend gave him — and he wasn't going to waste a second.
Noel tied his boots, checked his gear, and slipped a folded note onto his desk.
Girls,
Went out early.
Testing a new toy.
Don't worry — Noir's with me.
I'll be back before afternoon.
— Noel
They had keys; they'd find it when they woke.
Noir hopped onto his shoulder, tail swaying. 'They're going to scold you later, Dad.'
"Yeah," Noel muttered, tightening his coat. "But they'd scold me even more if I brought them somewhere untested."
He opened his dimensional pouch, reached inside the pocket of compressed mana, and pulled out the cloak.
Mana rippled through the air as the fabric unfolded.
[Item identified]
Name: Veil of the Silent Sentinel
Type: Armor – Cloak
Grade: Unique
