Monday morning, Matthew went to the Adventurer School early like he got used to. On the way there, in the bus, he read the book Professor Lydia gave him. I was the same as the other days. He used his student card to open the turnstile, said good morning to the guards and entered the school.
The walk to his classroom was silent, but he enjoyed the trees of the highly forested school grounds. The sound of birds chirping in the morning and the scent of otherworldly flowers which he still didn't know the names made the walk quite relaxing.
Entering class, he was received with the same old stares at him, jealousy caused by his friendship with the most beautiful girls in class. He sat at the same chair he always used since he started studying there. He took out Lydia's book to read a bit more before class. A routine he got very used to by now.
