'….Joshephe.'
Ragnar's daughter.
She stopped a few steps away when she noticed me.
She had long black hair just like her mother and a slightly chubby face.
Those golden eyes filled with spirals matched her father's eyes.
"Professor Azrael," she said politely, bowing slightly.
Her voice was steady, but I could feel anger beneath it.
"Miss Joshephe," I replied calmly. "It's been a while."
"Yes."
She straightened, her eyes briefly scanning my face as if trying to read something.
"I didn't expect to see you at the academy today."
"Neither did I," I said dryly. "But things rarely go as expected lately."
A faint pause settled between us.
Students in the hallway quietly slipped away, sensing the heavy atmosphere.
Joshephe spoke again after a moment. "Are you going to take our class?"
"….Perhaps I will," I replied calmly.
She hesitated for a long second like she was holding back from saying something.
"If you have nothing to say—."
