43 Stalking Zephyr (1)

At the very top of the Freljord academy, where the golden bell that would blow only once a year at the time of graduation was placed, a young man was sleeping leisurely. With black hair and a well-built physique, he looked stunning even with his eyes closed. His one leg was crossed over the other as he had slipped into the world of dreams.

The sun, setting at the far horizon, cast a mysterious glow on him, painting a perfect scenery that would have been a feast for the eyes if only...

If only there wasn't another young man hiding behind the enormous bell, gawking at the sleeping boy. As the sun dipped lower, shadows danced around the silent academy grounds. The young man's frustration grew, contemplating how long the other guy would continue to sleep there.

"Darn it! How long is he planning to sleep here?" I thought, my gaze fixed on Zephyr, who seemed to be sleeping without a care in the world.

"Arhhhh! This bastard!"