Vel reached the academy grounds, finding them unusually quiet compared to the bustling atmosphere of the testing days. Most applicants had returned home to await their results, leaving only staff and a few lingering visitors.
"Where was her office again?" he muttered, consulting the directions given to him earlier that morning.
After navigating several corridors, Vel found himself in a section of the academy he hadn't visited before. Dark, carved wooden panels replaced the usual stone walls, their glossy surface catching the afternoon light.
Vel checked the nameplate beside the door—Instructor Lyvenna Thalassan—and raised his hand to knock.
Three solid taps later, a clear voice responded from within.
"Enter."
He pushed the door open to find Lyvenna's office filled with bookshelves, worn tomes, and labeled jars. Crystals on the windowsill sent colorful reflections across the ceiling.
"Good afternoon, Instructor," Vel said, standing just inside the doorway.
Lyvenna looked up from her parchment and gestured to a chair across from her desk.
"Sit," she instructed.
She rose to retrieve a tea set from a side table, moving with the deliberate precision Vel had noticed during the entrance testing. The careful arrangement suggested she had prepared specifically for this meeting.
"Did you have any trouble finding this place?" she asked, pouring a steaming amber liquid into both cups.
"Not really," Vel replied, watching the steam rise from his cup.
A slight smile touched Lyvenna's lips.
"You'd better get used to it, because you'll be coming here quite often... When you get accepted, that is."
The casual confidence in her tone made Vel straighten slightly.
"Speaking about getting accepted..."
Lyvenna set down her cup, her expression shifting to something more formal and serious. She settled back into her chair, folding her hands on the desk before her.
"I called you here today because there's something important to discuss. According to your performance in all three entrance tests..."
She paused, the momentary silence amplifying the weight of her words.
"I can tell you that you've passed—and your performance stands out even among unstable candidates. In all my years teaching this group, I've rarely seen results like yours."
Vel tried to maintain a neutral expression, though a flicker of relief passed through his eyes.
"Which brings me to why I called you here. Given your abilities—and your connection to Saint Landre—I could arrange for you to join the standard classes instead."
Vel's brow furrowed, his posture stiffening.
"Wait—did I pass because of my sister?"
"No," Lyvenna replied firmly, raising a hand.
"You passed on your own merits and abilities. But after Saint Landre's visit... Let's say some people wish for you to be out of the unstable group. Arrangements can be made for you to study with the standard students instead."
The offer lingered between them. Vel's gaze shifted to the window, the training yard visible in the distance—where he and Tomas had fought during the entrance exam. He recalled Tomas's determination, Mira's quiet resilience, and the other unstable students bound by their shared label of inadequacy.
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GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation
FantasyWhen renowned game developer Giri meets his untimely end, he awakens as twelve-year-old Vel in the magical realm of Aeonalus-his own creation. Five hundred years have passed since he crafted the world, and Vel finds himself in the village of Oakhave...
