"Who's there, knocking at this hour... Ah, it's you, Phinis, good morning."
Looking at Tupac, who was yawning and looked sleepily disheveled, Phinis, who had been waiting outside for over ten minutes, quickly suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, "You've overslept, Tupac."
"Hey, why so serious," Tupac said, "today is Seven Notes·Syllable, after all. According to the Lord's will, it's still a holiday now."
"Unfortunately, your holiday ends today," Phinis said. "It's time to prepare for the festival."
"Haven't we been preparing already? Otherwise, why would I not be sleeping in my own dormitory, instead following you here? I've already been working hard enough." Tupac shrugged his shoulders. "Also, what were you planning to do today?"
"What you and I need to do," Phinis said, "is to confirm the final details with Hewinia and to discuss the selection of Chapters for this music festival. Afterwards, you can go back first."
