Chapter 122- Headmaster Dreau

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NORMAL POV 'Ciara Merlin, she's going to be a difficult one' Raph thought, taking the last bite of his sandwich, when they noticed the sounds of students chattering, dying down. Their attention was drawn to the front of the Cafeteria, a wide opening with a raised platform, where a group of seven adults approached from a door by the sides of the Platform. 'Guess it is that time again,' Raph thought, drinking his tea for the final time and turning his attention to the seven adults. Ciara also dropped her book to pay attention to the adults, while Elsie continued her meal, unperturbed by their presence. "Is that the Headmaster?" Ciara asked, her tone laced with curiosity at the middle-aged man who stood in the middle of the seven adults. He had a fiery appearance, with a scar that lined across his forehead, and a puffy beard around his chin. He exuded an aura of foundational power and an upbringing that would leave people curious to know more. He had sharp emerald eyes, and his dark black hair cascaded down his back, until his waist, tied to a low ponytail. He was in an exquisite dull green suit, with a black coat that exuded a noble of high status, and the monocle on his left eye imprinted a scholarly aura around him. 'Rickson Dreau'. Raph thought, scanning through the other adults that caught the attention of the students present. The Dreau household was the third vassal family of the Imperial family, and their Patriarch was the Headmaster of the Homeric Academy. The vassal families were seven in number, and they were all equal in nobility, as a marquess or marchioness. They were called vassal families because they once had an ancestor who was royalty. Meaning that they practically had blue blood in them, if only just a little. The seventh family, Flione, was particularly different from the rest, as they had not just royal blood mixed in them but divine blood as well. Rachael Jun was a member of this household, being related to both the Imperial family and the Divine family, and then she got married to Michaelo Jun, another member of the great families, and had his kids. So practically, Raph was royalty in a sense, a minuscule, tiny fragment of a sense. The Imperial, Flione, and Divine families acted friendly towards each other, referring to one another as cousins and encouraging intermarriage between each other now and then, and thus a somewhat friendly relationship remained between the King and the Jun's, at least up till the point he lost Phillip. Standing at the sides of the Headmaster were two women and four men. Each possesses a charisma of their own that would attract a crowd without many problems. He was the professor in charge of Combat and Physical fitness, and it was a major course that carried a lot of Course Points. Course points were similar to Credits in major universities and it is the result of their hard work at the end of every semester. From the other side, the right, a woman, with messy auburn hair intertwined and bound into a bun, with large round glasses covering her gorgeously tinted yellow eyes, and her showy form of clothing, with her blouse button undone, revealing her exploding bosoms, and her skimpy skirt which exuded such an allure. Most of the Male freshers already had their eyes set on her from the moment she appeared. She was Professor Rona Wittkins, the Professor of Alchemy and Potion Making. Her upbringing had been a delicate thing, as she is the only daughter of an Earl; though they tried, they failed terribly, unable to get her into society as a high-bred noble for marriage. You could tell she was a rebel, and only did what was of her benefit, and apparently, becoming a woman who would be used for political reasons was not to her benefit. She is a level 90 Great Alchemist. Next to her were two more men, one with black hair and bright blue eyes and the other with a mix of black and velvet and piercing black eyes. Directly next to her was the one with blue eyes. He was more built than Professor James Cockwell, and the professor that stood next to him, but he couldn't hold a candle to Professor Kazim Nakhr. He was a noble as well, not from a vassal family, but a well-bred son of a noble, a viscount to be precise, Professor Roland Sunrise He was a scholar from an early age, vast in skills that came with magic and he quickly began to level up after attending the academy in his first year. A genius Level 93 Magic Swordsman, a rare profession, and he is the professor of Advanced and Complex Circles Theology. A course meant for mages from the third year. The last of the six, with his black and velvet hairs forming locks down his shoulder, sparkling black eyes as they had never seen suffering, and a small black goatee on his chin, Professor Cadwin Junior stood in elegance. He is the youngest amongst the professors, and a handsome one to booth, so finding female admirers from the students was within his scope. Just like the other men present, with their breeches and tucked buttoned shirts, he fit in perfectly, with his mix of black and dark velvet fabric colors. His background was unknown, and it still was till now, but he had the respect of the Headmaster, so no one questioned his integrity. He was a professor of Demonology and Beast History. With that, every student halted in their activities, paying attention to the presence of the Headmaster and the fellow heads of each Lecturing department. Tensions were rising, and young gazes were sparkling with intensity and vigor. 'The sight of youth is a blissful thing' Headmaster Dreau thought, a smile appearing on his face as he began. "Good day, Students".

Chapter 122- Headmaster Dreau

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