The first day of classes at Elusian Academy was designed to reinforce the hierarchy established at the Opening Ceremony.
Rosalie and Thomas were immediately swept away toward the Alchemist's Tower, Thomas looking grim and Rosalie waving cheerfully. I watched them go, my own path leading me to the opposite side of the campus: The Knight's Hall, where the advanced "Spellsword" classes were held.
My patronage under Jean Alef, combined with my "Catastrophic" (but "Unmeasurable") power assessment, had placed me in the most elite—and most dangerous—class in the academy: Advanced Kinesis & Combat Magic.
This was where the real prodigies went.
I walked into the classroom, my A-Rank `[Deceive]` skill projecting polite, nervous mediocrity. The instructor, the same grizzled battlemage from the assessment, saw me and visibly groaned.
The room was small, holding only a dozen students. My eyes immediately found the three I was expecting.
