I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 310: Visitor

He had chosen it to study it.

To understand it.

So, for the next two hours, that's exactly what he did.

He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, the hourglass resting in front of him on the floor, and began to analyze it.

He observed the flow of the magic sealed inside it, traced the runic lines etched so delicately around its base, and watched the way the mana pulsed—steady, rhythmic, like a heartbeat frozen in amber.

Every inch of the object radiated high-grade spellwork.

Not system-crafted.

Not mass-produced.

This was made by someone. An individual. Possibly even someone like Agema.

And maybe, if he could understand how this item bent time—he could understand what time really was.

Not just how to use it.

But what it meant to break it.

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Two hours passed before Arlon even realized it.

Morning was coming.

The players would log in soon.

He closed the book, set it down with care, and stood. There was still one more thing to do—someone he needed to see.

So, he headed toward the Citadel.

This time, there was no announcement, no dramatics. He arrived quietly, was recognized instantly, and was directed to the top floor—Zephyrion's office.

He used the elevating platform as usual and rose to the top floor.

The door was already open.

Inside, three Trionians—and a dragon—were waiting.

Arlon stepped in slowly.

"Ah, Arlon. You're finally here," Zephyrion said, rising slightly from behind his desk. "Your friend here has been waiting for you."

His tone carried a touch of impatience. He probably wanted to question Arlon about everything that had happened the day before. But he wasn't going to make a guest leave just for that.

On the couch, Lady Rael sat with Nyx curled lazily on her lap.

At the sight of him, Nyx jumped down and trotted over. She didn't shout his name or throw herself into his arms.

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She just walked, calmly and quietly.

Arlon blinked. That was new.

Maybe it was the presence of the others.

Or maybe Lady Rael had been teaching her etiquette.

Even though Nyx was a dragon, she wasn't treated like a monster or creature—not in Trion. She was an intelligent being, simply of another race.

He picked her up gently.

And then, his eyes shifted to the last person on the couch.

Mei.

Graceful as ever. Her long hair now reached her waist, flowing like silk.

She had matured since the last time he'd seen her.

It made sense. She was still young, after all. And time had passed.

"Hello, Arlon," she said with a soft smile. "It's been a while."

She didn't seem surprised that Arlon was different, much older than he was in the academy.

She didn't gasp or hesitate.

She didn't question whether it was truly him.

Did she already know that they used potions to seem younger in the academy?

"I brought back the equipment you lent to Vulwin," she added, nodding toward Zephyrion.

Zephyrion confirmed it with a slight nod.

"You working for him now?" Arlon asked.

"Yes. He accepted me after I graduated."

Their conversation was so normal it almost felt strange. Like coworkers meeting again after a few months.

Arlon had thought the moment would be more emotional—more like Nyx throwing herself at him.

But Mei… Mei was different.

If there were royalty in Trion, it would be her.

Her robe, her posture, her staff. Everything about her exuded nobility, like someone raised with careful instruction since childhood.

Still, Arlon took a breath and asked, "Would you like to talk in private?"

"If possible," she replied.

Zephyrion arranged a room immediately—guiding them to the same library Arlon had been taken to the first time he arrived here.

As soon as the door closed behind them, everything changed.

"I finally found you, Arlon," Mei said, her lips curling into a playful, slightly sinister smile.

"You were looking for me?" Arlon asked.

"Yes. But your girlfriend wouldn't tell me where you were."

Girlfriend?

Ah.

She meant Agema.

Of course. She'd met her while Arlon was still inside the Tower. He didn't know what was said between them, but he could imagine Agema teasing her without holding back.

"She wasn't my girlfriend. She's my mentor," he clarified.

"She was awfully young for a mentor," Mei replied casually. "And probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Believe me, she isn't young," Arlon muttered. The moment he said that, a chill crept down his spine.

"I see. So... no girlfriend?"

Arlon hesitated for a second. "No. I don't."

His mind flicked back to a memory—the academy. One lunch break. They had eaten together on the grass.

That was the day Mei had confessed to him.

His answer had been simple: I'm older than I look.

Mei hadn't accepted that. "Why does it matter? With our levels, we'll outlive everyone else anyway."

She wasn't wrong. The higher one's level, the longer their natural lifespan.

And back then, they had been the strongest two in the academy. So their life would be longer than the others.

But Arlon hadn't stopped there. He didn't want to hurt her—but he also couldn't give her hope.

He'd told her, I have things to do. Things that won't let me focus on anything else. When I'm done, I'll leave.

He hadn't said it cruelly. But the meaning was clear: There's no room for you in what comes next.

Still, she hadn't given up easily.

"I'll come with you," she had said.

Even she knew she was pushing. But Arlon… he hadn't said no directly.

Of course, he didn't. Arlon wasn't confessed to before.

He didn't know what to do.

He wasn't cool.

He'd fumbled instead. "It's impossible for you to come where I'm going."

And Mei had listened.

She hadn't begged. She hadn't cried.

Instead, she had said, Then let's make a deal. You do what you need to do. And when it's over—if you don't have someone else—let me ask again. And you give me a real answer then.

That was their promise.

Now, sitting here, Arlon wasn't sure how to respond.

He wasn't done yet.

He hadn't killed Asef.

He hadn't completed his goal.

But his mind… it wouldn't change in a few days.

And she could already tell.

Mei's head was bowed slightly.

He hadn't said anything out loud yet.

But she already knew what was coming.

That hesitation before the "No, I don't" was enough.