"Ethan? Yeah, he is different... And, I think he doesn't remember us." Carl said, his voice dropping to a murmur. His had cataloged every micro-expression and unnatural twitch in Ethan's movements. He was lost in thought, piecing together the unsettling puzzle.
"He is just like Jessica," he added, a cold realization settling over him. The Sword Academy wasn't just training students; they were altering them at a fundamental, psychological level.
Mirabella slowly nodded her head, her expression unreadable. She turned her gaze away from the gateway and looked towards the entrance.
"Those two should be there by now," she added, her voice carrying a quiet certainty.
"Huh? Who?" Carl blinked, the sudden shift in subject momentarily throwing off his "sharp" focus.
"Cupcake and Adira," Mirabella answered.
Almost in immediate response, a telepathic link flared to life within her consciousness. The next moment, Cupcake's cheerful yet lethal voice sounded directly in her mind.
