It's just started to darken as we were on a carriage back to the academy.
Technically, we could have stayed outside a bit longer and done a bit more things but as this was Wilson's first outing… and also because I was sure that I'd lose him in the crowd, that's why we were going back.
But… the original plan was a bit different.
I would let Wilson go back to the academy and stay out for business, but…
My eyes briefly venture out the street and look at a bystander, reading his newspaper. But to me, it was a guy, looking through the small hole on the paper to spy me.
Then I look in front, penetrating through the carriage, at the driver's back. He also had secretly glanced at me a few times and also signaled his comrades on the street to do the same.
'There are more than a few in this area.'
I could feel at least 5 eyes that are directly looking at me and a few others that were trying to.
