The Royal Magistrate Academy.

Chapter 2.

As if on cue, a portal opened up right in front of the car. Since childhood, Lambert had never gotten over his fascination whenever he saw someone use a portal. Even to this day, he is still in awe every time he lays eyes on one, like a baby trying to figure out where his mother hid his nose. And how could he not be? Portals are a great achievement in the Magic community, made possible by the brilliance of Arch-Mage Francesca Dupree, the first woman to ever achieve such a title and a renowned mage and astrologer.

Her accomplishments are celebrated immensely through plays, books, school curricula, and more. Without further delay, Jean-Claude drove through the portal, resembling a tear in space that looked like the night sky adorned with countless stars. This is it, thought Lambert, as the portal swallowed up the car. This is the start of his story, the beginning of something beyond his wildest imagination, a path he has chosen without any regrets. "Just watch, Dad. I will walk towards the future," he vowed, "to the path I have chosen, with unwavering determination." With that, everything accelerated faster than the speed of light.

The portal reopened right in front of the Academy gates. It was a grand sight, as the gates stood tall and regal, made of gold and adorned with the school crest at the center. The emblem depicted the founders of the school, Arch-mage Francoise Leviathan and Paladin Christian Lay-Hart, supporting the Earth. The Leviathans held immense importance in the magic community, with Lambert belonging to their legendary ancestral bloodline. Generations of Leviathans had achieved extraordinary goals in the arcane arts, surpassing what ordinary magic users could ever imagine. It was believed that Francoise Leviathan's power flowed through all his descendants, but Lambert dismissed such superstitions as mere folly.

The portal reopened right in front of the Academy gates, which stood grand and imposing, crafted out of gleaming gold. Adorning the center was the school crest, a depiction of the esteemed founders of the institution supporting the Earth: Arch-Mage Francoise Leviathan and Paladin Christian Lay-Hart. The Leviathans hold great importance within the magic community, and Lambert's ancestral bloodline carries an illustrious legacy. Generation after generation, the Leviathans achieved remarkable feats in the arcane arts, surpassing the capabilities of ordinary magic users. Some believe that Francoise Leviathan's power flows through every descendant, but Lambert remains skeptical of these superstitions.

As Jean-Claude unloaded Lambert's luggage from the car, one could see the old man's emotions, deeply touched by this significant milestone in his young master's life. "Jean-Claude, please take care of maman while I'm away," Lambert earnestly requested. The butler bowed and enveloped Lambert in a warm hug, whispering words of encouragement, hoping they would resonate within his young master's heart.

Lambert nodded at his butler's retreating form, a mixture of gratitude and determination filling his gaze. Now, standing alone before the gate, a few minutes of silence passing, a lean man with shaggy black hair and a mustache approached Lambert, willing to lend a hand with his luggage. Together, they stepped through the gates, and as they did, the barrier surrounding the academy seamlessly re-integrated itself, rendering the institution hidden from the rest of the world.

The academy grounds presented a picturesque scene, with students strolling and conversing amidst the manicured emerald-green lawns. Some young women struck poses near flawless water fountains, capturing moments to share on the school's social media platforms. While some students indulged in magical practice and honed their weapon skills, their determination evident in their every movement. As Lambert observed, three students soared above him, effortlessly riding on runic spheres, reveling in their tricks and playful banter. Up close, the academy was a sight to behold, far exceeding the usual school expectations; it resembled a castle, a testament to its grandeur.

Guided by the man, Lambert arrived at the Hall of Gathering, where newcomers were being welcomed. This hall served a singular purpose: to assemble students for speeches, announcements, and emergencies. Following the given directions, Lambert traversed the corridor leading him to the hall, his admiration piqued by the pristine decor. Each exquisite piece of furniture, painting, vase, and statue reminded him of his home, evoking a bittersweet ache in his heart as he thought of his mother residing alone in their spacious manor. Though momentarily overcome by the pang, Lambert's resolve swiftly returned as he stood before the impressive, towering doors that led to his destination.