"Indeed, exactly three seconds, not a second more or less."
When Shard emerged from the white Mist Gate, Miss Galina's voice immediately entered his ears.
Compared to when he left, nothing had changed here; the witch still maintained her air of danger, Tifa was still watching him, and even Mia's pitiful gaze hadn't shifted—in those three seconds, the cat probably hadn't even blinked.
"What did you find this time? Shard, I'm looking forward to the story you'll bring."
Miss Galina asked, holding her teacup, which contained morning tea—a stimulant for noble ladies before breakfast.
"Before breakfast, may I ask you something?"
Shard first embraced the cat that ran to him, then hesitantly asked.
"Ask."
He stood by the door:
"Regarding Saint Byrons, have you ever heard of the connection between the library of Saint Byrons Integrated Academy and the bygone God of Bygone Days, the Gray Robed Sage?
