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October in the Fittoa region often brought misty nights.
Though Roa City itself thrived with bustling commerce, most of the territory remained agricultural—endless fields and orchards stretching beyond the city walls. The mist crept in from the countryside, scaling the high ramparts and seeping into the streets. Even the morning crowds couldn't disperse the haze right away.
If the Red Dragon Mountains were the beast's proud head, then the forests below were its beard. And beneath that?
Rolling foothills—like the dragon's claws—gripped the land where the Boreas estate perched.
Today's rainy dawn left the manor colder than the rest of Roa.
Outside the window:
A fog-drenched autumn morning.
"Sylphie! Eris skipped class again!"
Sylphie rose from her chair at the sound of Rudy's despairing shout. Though the matter sounded "urgent," her expression stayed calm as she pushed back her chair and headed for the door.
Bare feet sank into the plush carpet—replaced just yesterday by the beastgirl maids with the same velvety fur-like rugs used in early spring. The summer's heat-dispersing hard-weave mats had been stored away.
This new rug was fresh.
So last night, Sylphie had left her shoes at the door, reveling in the softness underfoot.
Heavenly.
But halfway across the room, she paused.
Her lashes fluttered as garnet eyes dipped downward.
She still wore the silky pajamas Lady Hilda had gifted her before autumn—luxuriously comfortable.
Sylphie turned back.
Two steps.
Reached the wardrobe.
Inside, the left side held rows of dresses—mostly white, in varying fabrics. There was the long-sleeved one Norn had sewn, stitches meticulous; the moon-pale gown from Hilda; the store-bought pieces from their group outing. Though she'd stopped Allen from fulfilling his "ten dresses at once" promise right then.
Her words at the time:
"Allen... you can give them to me slowly. We have plenty of time."
Allen had blinked, then nodded.
She'd watched his gaze follow hers—from a blue dress to a white one beside it.
Chosen. Paid for. Packaged.
Allen carried the bags behind them, and Eris, finding this amusing, naturally piled her own purchases onto him too.
Surprisingly, it suited him.
Guess he's a natural clothes rack.
The memory tugged Sylphie's lips into a smile—until thoughts of Allen's current state wiped it away.
Her hands gripped the hem of her cat-eared hooded sleepwear (a very Boreas style).
Lifted.
In that instant, though the window was shut, the morning's damp heat seemed to seep through the cracks.
Beads of sweat glistened on her skin as cool air hit bare shoulders. The pajama's edge caught briefly at her thighs before sliding over the curve of her hips—
—taking the moisture with it.
She yanked the top free, long ears twitching in the open air.
A glance outside decided her choice:
The dress Allen had given her in Buena Village.
Thinner fabric. Stiffer weave. Cooler.
She pulled it on in one swift motion.
Released.
The hem settled higher than before—now a proper mini-skirt, riding ten centimeters above her knees.
No pause.
Slipped into lace-up flats (same style as Eris').
Bent to fasten the straps.
Rose, fingers combing through slightly tousled white hair as she strode out.
Total time elapsed:
Under ten seconds.
Ten months ago, Sylphie would've scrambled into whatever was nearest.
But after months of etiquette lessons and near-daily "tea times" with Lady Hilda, even her quickest movements carried effortless grace now.
The door creaked open.
Across the hall, the classroom held only one "student"—the least student-like of all.
Seated at a desk, scowling at yesterday's literacy homework.
Cat ears alert atop her head.
Ghislaine.
Sylphie sighed, then turned to where Rudy leaned against the wall, arms spread in defeat as he jerked his chin toward the empty room.
"See? Gone again. But hey, 'Hall Monitor,' why'd you sleep in today?"
Sylphie blinked. After months of Rudy's influence, she'd grown familiar with this made-up term—a role to placate unruly kids during lessons.
Basically a classroom maid.
Rudy's eye twitched at her expression. The first time she'd called it that, he'd been horrified. Since when were hall monitors moe maids?!
He'd tried explaining, only for Allen to cut in with exaggerated enlightenment—"Ah! So that's what it means! How educational!"
Fine. Classroom maid it is.
Allen's face that day had been priceless.
Ah, the simple natives of this sword-and-sorcery world.
Sylphie's voice snapped him back:
"I wasn't sleeping in, Rudy. I was reading Riel's letter that came this morning."
"But."
"If Eris isn't here, this 'hall monitor' has no reason to stay, right? I'm the teacher, not a student."
Rudy's mouth twisted.
"We agreed everyone would attend as 'students' together! Now you're pulling an Allen?! At this rate, literacy class will be empty!"
They exchanged glances.
Sighed in unison.
Eris' escapes weren't new.
Hence Sylphie's lack of urgency.
As for Allen?
Allen was "training."
Using "leave requests" to commit...
Truancy in broad daylight.
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