As the sun dipped toward the horizon, its rays filtered through the leaves, casting golden patterns on the forest floor. The gentle sound of flowing water accompanied the crackle of a small campfire that Leon and Mevis had set up by the riverbank for a brief rest.

“We’re pressed for time, Teacher Mevis. Do we really need to stop, light a fire, and have something to eat?” Leon asked skeptically.

Mevis, hands on her hips, calmly sat down. She skewered some small fish she had gathered and placed them over the fire. The flickering flames reflected in her dark eyes as she replied evenly, without looking up,
“Eating won’t delay us much, Prince. Besides, judging from the map, we’re already near the source of the pollution. Don’t worry—this won’t affect your test score.”

Leon nodded, his gaze lingering on the fish Mevis was cooking. He blinked and asked,
“But if we’re so close to the pollution source, how can you be sure those fish are safe to eat?”

“I brought these from downstream. They’re clean and natural.”

“But what if those fish swam downstream from the polluted area?” Leon countered.

“Prince, are you eating or not?” Mevis asked, her tone as neutral as ever.