Chapter 6

Winter in Lavitoria was colder than in Capitavia.

It wasn't the dry, biting cold of the north, but a damp, bone-chilling chill that crept into people's bones.

I lived in a tiny studio apartment near the school, and the radiator would sometimes make clanking and gurgling noises, as if it were complaining about how old it was.

During my first week in Lavitoria, I transformed my little place into a war room.

On the wall, I had a massive timetable taped up. Every slot from Monday to Sunday, 6 AM to 11 PM, was crammed with classes, including language courses…