"After the lectures." She gave a sharp reply, not even turning around to face you. "If his routine remains the same, he shall be in the laboratory with some other magicians."

"Alright, thanks. By the way," You continued casually. "Do you know where Aila might be? She wanted to talk with me about something, so I've been trying to get a hold of her."

She paused, giving you a side glance, her eyes squinting.

"No." She replied. "I am sorry, but I don't make a habit out of memorizing of each individual student's dorm."

"I see." You replied with a smile. So, Aila was staying at the dorms then. You suspected that Marigold might know how important Aila is, but you elected to not antagonize the witch professor (for now, at least).

While you're happy to be inside, you discover something on the outside— a few armored elves, wearing the same gear as the elvish guards from the embassy, were demanding to be let in. None of them bothered to even glance your way, yet you were bothered by them even being here to begin with. If Mel were around you'd have the option to sneak better and eavesdrop, which was always helpful. The addition of having someone on hand that matched you in perceptiveness was always a nice bonus.

Finding where Aila lived proved to be annoying, even with your clearance to look around for as long as you were here. But because of your high perception (and more than a few interrogations), splitting up while you communicated with your wives through the radios they have on their collars, and by some raw luck, you manage to find Aila's dorm. She had the entire room all to herself, you suspected her family payed it all off, had been abandoned.

"Dang it." Herta said. "I feel like I wasted my time lockpicking that door..."

While Mel was the expert in that field, Herta wasn't bad at it in the least. Especially considering this was a lock protected by magic.

Aila's room was minimalist, yet filled to the brim with books and papers and the bare necessities and half-finished magical projects. It would've appeared orderly, had there not been evidence of someone hastily packing some things before leaving.

"Are you doubting my wisdom, slave?" You chide the goddess, much to her joy.

Though finding anything of interest took more time without Mel around, Bertha was able to find a clipped newspaper article; it summarized how "A Savant, a Feligyptian catgirl, and an abnormally tall fairy were able to fend off some thugs in Cinnamon Inn". The name of the inn was underlined by whoever was reading this article. And with that you managed to find a lead to where Aila might've gone to.

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The three of you were back inside Cinnamon Inn.

"Didn't think we'd come here again so soon." Said Bertha.

"At least its not Rostchilde's hotels." You replied, sauntering up to a familiar mousegirl who now acted as a receptionist.