The Yellow Robed Mage felt his thoughts spiral as he calculated the best way to navigate the precarious situation.
The portal for the Academy had officially closed two hours ago—a fact that ordinarily wouldn't leave room for exceptions. But this was no ordinary scenario.
The kid before him had emerged from the Southern Duke's own carriage, a symbol of prestige and power that demanded careful handling.
'This child might be someone deeply important to the Duke,' the Mage thought, his mind racing to assess the possible implications.
Yet, his initial encounter with Ashok had left an indelible impression—the boy's commanding tone, his casual dismissal of the Green Robed Mage, and his apparent indifference to formalities painted a picture of someone difficult to manage.
'This is going to be hard,' the Mage thought, suppressing a sigh.
