"So, this is Silverleaf Academy..." Lucas muttered, stepping out of the carriage.
Right now, after spending the night in a hotel arranged by the Silverleaf Academy's headmistress, they stood once again in front of the gates.
Previously, they couldn't get a clear view because the carriage was designed for protection, with windows made of a soft metal.
"This is where Aestrea studies, huh..." Violet murmured, her eyes scanning the entrance.
Her arms were crossed, posture straight, as usual.
"It does seem... quite small. Compared to ours," she added.
"Hah! 'Small' is a generous word," Maya said with a grin, bouncing slightly on her heels.
"Our academy's a literal city. This feels more like a noble's countryside mansion."
"Well..." Iris chimed in.
"Each academy has a very different approach to magical education. More traditional. Less... showy."
"Still, it's hard to believe Aestrea's here of all places," Violet murmured.
