After the tower lords took the Elder Lich away, looking as excited as children who received their Christmas presents, time passed uneventfully.

No unexpected incidents occurred, and no particular events unfolded. Even the final exams, which I had tried to wrap up as best as I could, concluded without a hitch. From start to finish, they were just like regular final exams.

From my perspective, it was hardly noteworthy. It was like the results were predetermined.

Naturally, some students had complaints about my presence, but those disappeared once the chairman, all the tower lords, and the Sword Saint officially vouched for my skills.

Instead, I received looks of "What is that lunatic doing here?" which I had to endure quietly, as it was a valid point.@@novelbin@@

"I'm sorry, Aria. Because of me..."

"It's okay. I'm just glad you returned safely, Leona. That's enough for me."

Of course, there were minor incidents. Aria missed the runner-up spot by a hair because she was too worried about Leona, who was dispatched to subdue the undead.

Leona, feeling it was her fault, was at a loss and kept apologizing, but Aria gently hugged her, saying it was her own responsibility to try harder.

It was a very typical hug between friends, with none of the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere typical of the yuri genre that was felt whenever the two original characters hugged in the story.

"I encountered an undead that looked like the Demon King. It even wielded a cursed sword. It was a fake, but at first, I thought it was real and was terrified. But strangely, when I thought of you, Mira, I realized it was fake and was able to defeat it."

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