It is a weekend holiday, and Kael wasn't about to waste it.
He got up early, packed his equipment carefully—his sword, his water flask, dry bread, and healing items.
He unbuttoned the jacket, folded it carefully, and laid it neatly on his bed.
He removed the rest of his uniform and placed it inside his drawer, locking it shut.
Then, he pulled out a plain, dark color and wore strong pants. Over that, he slipped on a faded brown cloak—one that covered most of his figure, especially with the hood up.
It was something ordinary travelers or adventurers wore—not a student from one of the continent's top academies.
He adjusted the cloak tightly around his chest and checked the fit.
No badges.
No emblems.
Nothing that gave away his identity.
He didn't want anyone to recognize him as a student.
He left quietly and made his way to the main terminal in Arcadia.
