By the time I reached the classroom, I was almost late.
Most of the first-years were inside, chatting, laughing, and making friends like this was the first chapter of some bright, perfect college life.
The plaque above the door read [North Wing – Lecture Hall 3].
From the other side of the door, I could hear the noises of students — loud voices, bursts of laughter, carefree giggles. All of it blissfully unaware of what was coming.
The Empire had done well covering up the whole Holy Grail incident.
Common folk didn't lose sleep over it. Their faith in Pendragon's dragon was unshakable — the strongest ruler of the strongest empire. The kind of power people cling to without question.
The students here were no different. They didn't care about the Grail.
They cared about making friends, finding love, graduating, and settling into a safe, neat little life.
That was their dream. A pitifully childish dream.
"Hah..."
I slid the door open and stepped inside.
