Kael let out a tired sigh as he turned the handle of the penthouse door. The day had been long, full of problems and unexpected conversations. He just wanted to relax for a bit, maybe eat sothing, and finally get so rest.
As soon as he entered, his eyes scanned the spacious room until they landed on Alia, who was sitting at the dining table. The soft glow of enchanted lamps illuminated her face, revealing a distant expression as she absentmindedly twirled her pasta around her fork.
She looked… downcast.
Kael frowned slightly. He didn't need to ask to know why. From the mont he had been with Sylphie, he had felt Alia's aura lingering nearby. She had been there, listening, watching everything.
He approached, trying not to seem too intrusive. "Hey."
Alia glanced up briefly before returning her focus to her plate. Her voice sounded neutral, but there was a subtle weight to it. "Hey. There's food in the pot if you want so."
Kael hesitated. He wanted to say sothing, start a conversation, maybe even ease the tension a little, but the mont he opened his mouth to speak, a shiver ran down his spine.
A dense and intimidating aura filled the air, as if the very atmosphere had beco heavier. A familiar tingling sensation spread across his skin—a power that wasn't just threatening but also extrely refined and controlled.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, approaching the penthouse door.
Kael instinctively went on alert, turning toward the entrance. He cast a glance at Alia, who seed unaware of the terrifying presence on the other side of the door.
"Alia… be careful." His voice was low but carried a serious tone.
With firm steps, he moved toward the door. The silence on the other side was broken by another step. Whoever was there had stopped right at the entrance.
Kael didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, he opened the door all at once, ready for anything.
But to his surprise, the person standing there wasn't so hidden enemy or unexpected threat.
On the other side, standing in the doorway, were Director Altharion and his assistant, Lyra.
Altharion's sharp gaze fell upon Kael, analyzing him for a brief mont before speaking in his deep and imposing voice:
"Good evening, Mr. Kael. It seems we've interrupted sothing."
Kael blinked, still processing the scene. The director didn't radiate hostility, but his presence alone carried an overwhelming pressure.
Beside him, Lyra smiled softly, her eyes glimring with a mix of curiosity and amusent. "I hope we haven't arrived at an… inconvenient mont."
Kael felt a small chill. Sothing told him that this visit was no re coincidence.
"HAHAHA! I'm just joking, relax." Altharion finally said, giving Kael a light slap on the shoulder, to which Kael could only let out a weary sigh.
"You almost gave a heart attack…" Kael muttered, massaging his temples.
Lyra, standing beside the director, just smiled playfully, crossing her arms. "It's not his fault you're so easy to tease."
Kael shot a glance at Alia, who had finally turned to see what was happening. She kept a neutral expression, but it was clear she was observing the situation with interest.
"If you ca here just to scare , then good night," Kael said, already preparing to close the door.
"Ah, not so fast." Altharion placed his foot in the doorway, still smiling, but his gaze had turned slightly more serious. "I actually have a reason for being here. We need to talk, Mr. Kael."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
The director exchanged a quick glance with Lyra before responding. "We have a proposal to prevent more problems in this place..." His casual tone vanished completely, and Kael could already tell this conversation would be anything but simple.
'Ah... fuck off already.' Kael cursed internally.
He sighed inwardly, already sensing that whatever this was, it wouldn't be good for him.
"Alright, just co in," he said, stepping aside for Altharion and Lyra to enter.
As he turned to return to the living room, he noticed that Alia had already stopped eating and was standing up, seemingly ready to leave.
"This concerns you as well, if you're willing to listen." Altharion's firm voice made her stop mid-movent.
"?" Alia frowned, clearly surprised.
"Yes, we have sothing for you too," Lyra added with a mysterious smile.
For a mont, Alia hesitated, but then she let out a small sigh and sat back down, crossing her arms.
"Okay, let's get this over with. I want to sleep," Kael said, too tired for any unnecessary buildup.
Altharion simply smiled and took one of the seats, followed by Lyra, who maintained her elegant and observant posture. Kael slumped into his chair with zero enthusiasm, already expecting the worst.
"We're planning to establish a Disciplinary Division within the academy," the director began, his tone now serious.
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Disciplinary Division?"
"Yes." Altharion nodded, intertwining his fingers atop the table. "The number of incidents between students has been increasing. House conflicts, fights getting out of control, blatant disrespect and racism between races... And, well, we have students with abilities too destructive to let these issues go unchecked, especially after today's incident."
"So you want to babysit delinquents because you can't control ?" Kael said bluntly, not bothering to hide his disdain.
"Not a babysitter," Lyra interjected. "Think of it more like... an enforcer of rules. Soone who can act before things spiral out of control. You already have the respect—or fear—of many students, and your strength speaks for itself. In fact, your na is on everyone's lips right now… The student who sleeps through class yet knows more than anyone, who catches lightning with his bare hands and breaks spells... not to ntion, well... I don't need to comnt on the Elven Princess."
Kael glanced at Alia, who seed to be processing the information. "And what does this have to do with her?"
"We want Alia to be part of it as well. Ice magic is perfect for containnt... and, of course, it's a division, so it won't just be the two of you," Altharion said directly, locking eyes with her. "You both have the potential to keep order here."
Alia blinked a few tis, clearly not expecting this.
Kael laughed sarcastically. "I see. So basically, you want to dump all the dirty work on us?"
Altharion smirked. "Let's just call it 'responsibility'."
Kael let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair. This was really not what he wanted to hear at the end of the day.
He rubbed his temples for a mont, trying to process the situation.
"Alright, let get this straight." He pointed at Altharion with his index finger. "You want and Alia to be part of this 'Disciplinary Division' because apparently, I'm too famous to ignore, and she has good magic for containing outbursts?"
"Basically." Lyra smiled.
Kael let out a humorless chuckle. "You do realize I'm the guy who causes problems, right? Not the one who solves them."
"Oh, but you've already solved a few," Altharion countered, resting his elbows on the table. "Like today, for example. You stopped a student from being killed in broad daylight."
Alia, who had been silent until then, scoffed. "And what exactly do we get out of this? Sounds like a thankless job."
"Status, privileges, access to restricted areas of the school," Lyra listed casually. "And, of course, a monthly salary."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Salary?"
Altharion chuckled. "Oh, did you think we'd ask you to do this without offering sothing in return? It's an important job. But to be honest..." He leaned in slightly. "If you refuse, I won't insist. I just wanted to give you the option before soone less qualified takes the position."
Kael exchanged a quick glance with Alia, who still seed to be considering it. He sighed and scratched his head.
Crossing his arms, he locked eyes with Altharion, his gaze sharp and direct.
"I'll accept, but on one condition."
Altharion raised an intrigued eyebrow. "I'm listening."
"I want access to the highest-level advanced classes. It makes no sense for to stay in the first year." He leaned forward slightly, his voice filled with pure confidence. "Like Lyra just said, I can sleep through class and still be better than everyone there. I don't want to waste my ti with the basics."
The director kept his enigmatic smile, analyzing Kael for a few seconds before giving a slight nod.
"Fair." Altharion said, intertwining his fingers atop the table. "You'll have permission to attend and participate in second and third-year classes. And, of course, access to the Advanced Training Hall."
Kael smirked. "Good to know I'm dealing with soone reasonable."
He leaned back in his chair again, ready to wrap up the conversation, but then raised his hand as if rembering sothing important.
"Oh, one more thing."
"More demands?" Altharion asked, amused.
"'Disciplinary Division' is a ridiculous na," Kael stated flatly. "Call the team 'Swords' instead."
Altharion let out a low chuckle. "Swords, huh? A strong na."
Lyra smirked. "It suits you."
"Good. Then we are in agreent." The headmaster stood, straightening his robes. "Welco, then. You are officially the first mbers of the Swords."
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