Chapter 156: [155] The calm day before the storm
The next day, after a registration process that was more symbolic than formal, Kiriya was officially placed in one of the most unusual classes in Starford Academy—Special Class Sector Seven, a room known among students as the place "where all the weird ones are gathered."
And not without reason. Inside this classroom sat students with backgrounds that couldn’t be classified as normal by any academic standard. This was where children with unique statuses or conditions—too dangerous, too rare, or too full of potential—were placed under closer supervision.
The moment Kiriya stepped into the room, the atmosphere instantly felt different. The air inside was cool, but there was an invisible pressure hanging like a mist. Some students turned to look at him, while others appeared indifferent. Yet their gazes, though not immediately judgmental, clearly carried curiosity.
In the corner of the room sat a girl with flowing white hair and deep violet eyes sealed by glowing runes on her temples—cursed eyes, one of the most dangerous magical talents ever recorded.
In the middle row, there was a boy with faint green scales running along his neck and left arm—a child of dragon’s blood, one of the oldest and most feared races in the western continent.
Right behind them, a silver-haired boy was spinning a pen in the air without touching it. A genius, rumored to have mastered high-level magic since the age of nine. There was also a tiny girl—no older than ten—rumored to have a direct connection to a god.
And now, a new addition joined that mix.
The door swung open wide. All eyes turned toward it.
Light, soft footsteps echoed into the classroom. The headmistress herself—Olivia Albrecht, dressed in a silvery white robe adorned with the emblem of three wings on her chest—appeared and stood in the center of the room.
"Good morning," she said in a formal yet gentle tone. "Today, we welcome a guest student who will be joining this class for the next year... Please welcome... Kiriya Asano."
Kiriya stepped forward, feeling the analytical stares piercing into him. But he stood tall, showing no signs of pressure. He’d been used to being scrutinized ever since the first day he arrived in this strange world.
"He’s not a noble?" whispered one of the students on the right side.