Chapter 92: Permitted Time
When warm glistening rays of the sun fell over Kylian’s face from the small window next to his bed, he was awakened from his long, deep slumber. The day’s first class was scheduled at 9 AM, and since he had already missed the classes yesterday, there was no way he could afford to be late for today’s class.
However, upon waking up, the first worry that struck his mind was the lack of his belongings since he hadn’t had the time to get his belongings from Zenith’s room.
Considering his ignorant attitude towards his surroundings, from what he had heard during Aiden’s conversation with Zenith, Kylian assumed that Zenith must’ve already lost or thrown away his backpack since it was just a piece of invaluable baggage lying in the corner of his room.
The Academy didn’t have a particular uniform assigned for their class, but Kylian had made sure to bring many formal and check shirts that he could wear daily. Upon arriving here the first thing that caught his attention was almost all the students were wearing branded outfits, including Stephan, which implied that the students here belonged to wealthy backgrounds.
Kylian was the only odd one here who belonged to a commoner background, but this realization didn’t cause any inferiority complex to form inside him.
With his strong will, Kylian felt rather proud to wear all those clothes that his mother had brought for him using her hard-earned money from working tirelessly in her small restaurant.
However, losing his shoes in the sea and now thinking about his backpack had started to give Kylian the first headache of the day. He checked his wallet and saw the money Marita had given him as pocket money before he left for Westport.
However, considering the high living standards of this city, he knew that much money wouldn’t be enough to buy even one pair of decent shirts for him. He was already pissed at Zenith for using his picture to threaten him, so Kylian didn’t intend to ask Zenith for spare clothes as he didn’t want to be further indebted to him.
While Kylian was biting on his nails while countless worries filled his head, his gaze fell on the shoes Zenith had given to him yesterday at the corner of his room. He felt a chill running down his spine as he was aware the price of that one pair of shoes was more than his tuition fees which Marita must’ve struggled to pay for him.