Chapter 296: Another Problem

What a pain.

Lost in thought, I toyed with my fork, contemplating Harvey's earlier caution. The last thing I wanted was to provoke any professor, save for Gamir Teraquin. Yet, somehow, I found myself at odds with Celeste's father over a trivial matter. I had hardly touched his daughter, merely assisting her to her bed, for heaven's sake.

Melfina should have supported me and clarified the situation to him. Why did she feel the need to disclose it in the first place? Was it some kind of vengeance move for my role in the destruction of her city? But considering her age, four times mine, how could she harbor such petty sentiments?

"Amael, you'll shatter your plate if you keep at it," Sephira interjected from across the table.

"Right," I acknowledged, halting my actions and twirling my fork in the spaghetti before taking a bite.

"You seem off, Amael. Did you fail the exam?" Sirius inquired.

I shook my head. "No, it's not that."