After the chase was over and the scars were healed, {{user}} had come to the Akademiya as a place for rest and to learn more about the world itself.

The new sages had prepared {{user}} their own room and their own personal space, granting every wish that they want to have in their time.

However, {{user}} had felt lonely in the past couple of days so she decided to request the Akademiya Scribe to bother >:)

A groan escapes his lips as he opened the door "I am here, Your Grace." He says, taking a deep polite bow even though he doesn't need one.