"I have a sense of déjà-vu…" I mumbled, finding myself once again in Professor Raven's office with John.
"As do I, Amael," Jas shook his head in exasperation.
John ignored both of us and took a seat with a groan.
Following his lead, I settled into the seat next to him.
Professor Raven's gaze on us remained stern, but he eventually sighed in exhaustion. It was clear he was already tired of dealing with both of us.
"Then it started with you, John? Tell exactly what happened," he asked John.
John clicked his tongue. "They started it. They insulted and my family, and I retaliated, and then they attacked together like cowards."
"And I intervened to help my friend, that's all, Professor," I added with a smile.
Professor Raven looked sternly at my words. "You still severely wounded Allen Teraquin."
"Professor, you can ask any of my classmates. Allen Teraquin was about to beat . I defended myself, that's all. It's rely self-defense," I said, feeling outraged.
"I believe you that Allen started it, but you should have at least held back," Professor Raven pointed out. "I'm only saying that for your sake. He is a Prince of the Teraquin House. Do you understand the kind of repercussions it could have on you and your family?"
"Has my aunt been made aware of this?" I asked.
Jas shook his head. "Not yet, but I don't expect Alea to scold you. She will be rather happy."
As expected of my mom.
"Listen, both of you aren't native to Sancta Vedelia. Queen Tanya won't let what happened to her son slide. Be prepared," Jas warned us.
Queen Tanya.
She was the Head of the Teraquin House and the mother of the three twisted royal siblings of the Teraquin House. She was the reason why her children grew up like that, honestly. She transferred her own hatred for humans and halves to her children.
"Thanks, Professor," I expressed my gratitude sincerely.
Jas Raven was undoubtedly the most caring professor I had encountered in Sancta Vedelia. He seed genuinely worried about us, but the hands of authority were tied when it ca to dealing with the Teraquins. Being royals, warnings and repercussions were directed to their parents.
With a wry smile, Jas Raven glanced at before turning to John. "You're exactly like your father, John. Do you want to transfer you to another class?"
"Are you suggesting I run away to another class? I'm not scared of them," John scowled.
"You misunderstand, John. Your situation is already complicated. If another incident occurs, you might face expulsion for the sake of maintaining harmony between Houses. Considering what happened, you might not be welcod in your current class," Jas explained.
He was spot on.
Given what I said earlier, Alvara or Lykhor might not take kindly to or John remaining in their class. They could try to cause trouble for us.
The Second Year Gold Class was under the complete control of Alvara and Lykhor. Adrian Dolphis, who had influence, didn't care about class competition or power struggles. He didn't oppose Alvara, who had proclaid herself the leader of the Gold Class. His sole obsession was Alicia.
John remained silent, clearly understanding the situation.
Jas nodded, preparing to transfer John to another class, likely mine—
"Never," John interjected hastily. "Transfer to the White Class."
"You don't want to be with your friend?" Jas inquired.
"I'd rather be anywhere else than in that class," John retorted.
I scoffed, a knowing look crossing my face. "Oh, could it be you just want to be in Alia's class?"
John's eyes widened, glaring at . "You bastard!"
"Co on, it's the only reason," I chuckled.
"I don't care about her! I just want to be nowhere near that witch Selene or those goody-two-shoes, Celeste and Cylien!" John countered.
Ah, I see.
He felt uneasy with the overly bright and cheerful atmosphere of that class. Turns out, he wasn't the sociable type.
"No, you just want to be near Alia," I insisted, poking at him.
"Fuck you."
"Could both of you please calm down?" Jas intervened, massaging his forehead. "I will transfer you to the White Class then."
"Thanks," John mumbled, leaving imdiately, clearly fatigued from the day's events.
"You're a good professor," I comnted to Jas.
"I'm happy if my students think so," Jas replied modestly.
Considering everything that had happened to him, from his wife's divorce to his daughter's coldness, he truly deserved better. Knowing the truth, it was clear that he cared deeply for both his family and his House.
"I have a request, if you will, Professor Raven," I said.
"What is it? If it's within my duties as a professor," Jas responded, acknowledging the limitations of his role.
"I want you to take as your personal student," I revealed my true intention.
Jas was left speechless at my unexpected request.
"I'm serious, Professor. I want you to teach the Raven Style," I stated, eting his crimson gaze with sincerity.
Mastering his style could significantly boost my strength. The Raven Style was renowned as one of the most formidable fighting styles in the world, surpassing even the Septem Treina I had learned from the old man.
Jas furrowed his brows. "You are aware that I can't do that, even if I wanted to. It's a legacy of my family."
"Partially, but you've adapted it, Professor," I pointed out.
"I regret that I cannot," Jas shook his head. "Even if you're Oryanna's son, I cannot teach you my 'style'."
"I suspected as much," I sighed, standing up. "But I'm confident that if I offer you sothing significant, you might reconsider."
Jas chuckled and shook his head once more. "I'm afraid not. You should learn from your mother. She's a force to be reckoned with."
While I acknowledged my mother's prowess, her fighting style didn't align with mine.
"I want yours, unfortunately. I will make you change your mind," I declared with a determined smile before leaving his office.
…
…
If I wanted to convince Jas Raven to take as his pupil, I had to make him feel indebted to . The idea that crossed my mind imdiately was to nd his relationship with his wife and Alicia Raven. It would be tough, requiring solid evidence, but if it worked, Jas wouldn't hesitate to teach even his Raven Style.
I needed to get stronger, even more so than before.
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