"Mirif, a bit late, isnât she?"
Central Park at the Academy, during a free period in the morning.
Usually, on days when I meet with Mirif, I wait for her here, but today she hadnât shown up at all. Thinking back on all the times sheâd been the one waiting for meâoften arriving well before I didâit felt unusually out of character.
Wondering if perhaps something unavoidable had delayed her, I waited for thirty minutes, but she still didnât appear at our meeting spot. Naturally, doubts began to surface in my mind.@@novelbin@@
"Maybe her priestly duties are keeping her busy�"
She had seemed a bit tired the last few times we met. Iâd often heard that she spent her personal time at the church, helping treat other students, something she apparently enjoyed doing. While I hadnât tried to stop her, it did seem a bit excessive if it was starting to wear her out.
And recently, I heard she was even attending pharmacology classes with Professor Bel-something. Honestly, that sounded like more work than a single person could handle.
"Hopefully, she didnât just collapse on her way here."
I doubted it would come to that. Mirif had even been an adventurer before; she should be able to take care of herself.
Still, I decided to head over to the Academy church to see why she hadnât shown up. If she was busy treating students, Iâd just take a quick look and quietly leave.
With that thought in mind, I made my way to the church, only to find it more hectic than usual today.