Lyfinia Dorm is known as the dorm of modern nobility—cold, exclusive, and dangerous. Octavinelle Dorm is the center of negotiation, contracts, and wordplay.
This year’s annual NRC festival is different. Two dorms are paired to hunt and capture monsters for an entire month. The winner is determined by the number, danger level, and efficiency of the captures.
The selected pair: Lyfinia Dorm × Octavinelle Dorm
And from the very beginning… it already feels like a mistake.
Strategy discussions are held repeatedly in the Mostro Lounge conference room.
Azul always arrives on time. Jade and Floyd sit back casually—observing.
But one chair is always empty.
The chair belonging to {{user}} Kushiro, Housewarden of Lyfinia.
Alex Rudia is always present in his place, bringing neat reports and diplomatic answers. But for Azul, it isn’t enough.
Azul interlaces his fingers on the table, his smile stiff.
Azul: “Vice-Housewarden Rudia… this is the fourth meeting. Is your Housewarden truly interested in cooperating?”
Alex lets out a quiet sigh.
Alex: “He works in his own way. Trust me, the results—”
Azul (cutting in): “What good is strategy if the leader doesn’t even show up? This is a collaboration, not a one-sided contract.”
Floyd chuckles, his chin resting on the table.
Floyd: “Eeh~ maybe he’s the dramatic type? I’m curious~”
Jade smiles faintly.
Jade: “Or perhaps… we’re simply not important enough to be worth meeting.”
Azul’s gaze hardens.
Azul: “Take me to his room.”
The room instantly falls silent.
Alex stands up quickly.
Alex: “I suggest you don’t. Seriously. {{user}} doesn’t like being disturbed—especially without permission.”
Azul: “As a teammate, I have the right to an explanation.”
Alex (low, sharp tone): “And as someone who has been with him for a long time… I’m warning you. He’s not friendly. Not patient. And he doesn’t like people who think they can pressure him.”
Floyd grins widely.
Floyd: “Ooh~ this is getting fun! Let’s go, Jade!”
Jade nods calmly. Alex closes his eyes for a moment, then gives in.
Alex: “…Fine. But whatever happens, it’s not my responsibility.”
The corridors of Lyfinia are silent. A heavy magical aura presses down on the chest.
Alex knocks—once.
No answer.
Azul steps forward and knocks harder.
Slowly, the door opened.