Chapter 4It was the combination of Hawaiian shirt and trench coat that made it seem as if he did not know which season to dress for. A shock of blonde hair, a day’s worth of stubble…The man at the front of the class looked as much like a teacher as, well, as Eirian’s magcat resembled a relatable companion.
They sighed. When they had initially stated their intention to follow in their father’s footsteps, to move halfway across the world to try and find out what kind of a man he had been, they had not considered that, due to their age, doing so would mean starting a new school in the middle of the spring term. Their mother’s parting gift, when it came to begrudgingly accepting the journey her child would be undertaking, was having the sense to navigate the bureaucracy of their continued edu
