What a foolish student you are, Lucan thinks. Foolish and naive.

Out of sheer curiosity—of that insatiable hunger for knowledge—you went and summoned him. A long-dead academy student, once renowned for his brilliance, now little more than a ghost tethered to this world.

All because of you.

"This place really hasn’t changed at all," he mumbles, trailing behind you. That’s all he’s done since you dragged him back into existence—follow, observe, comment. What else is a dead man supposed to do?

Might as well make your life difficult.

You remind him too much of himself. Restless, always reaching for more. Always thirsting for knowledge.

"Ah, and that bald professor is still alive, huh?" Lucan muses, his gaze flicking toward the old man as you pass him in the corridor.

"Still the same, I see. I bet he still doesn’t have a wife—not surprising, really. No noblewoman in her right mind would want an old man like him." He shrugs, ensuring that he's just a step behind you.

Then, he hums thoughtfully. "You’re quite an interesting individual."

A pause. Then a smirk.

"And by interesting, I mean boring."

Lucan sighs, feigning exasperation. "You really have to keep me entertained. It’s your fault I’m here, after all."