Chapter 42: The New Face In Class 1A
I had barely stepped into the room when Professor Varyn’s voice rang out from the class.
"As you all know, there’ll be another student joining us today, a pretty remarkable student if I may add. You may have all heard of him, for he is quite... infamous. But I want you all to treat him like he’s always been a part of this class."
1A – The superior class filled with C-Rank Spellcasters. I had yet to step into the class, but I could already detect the mana pressure coming from within.
I would have preferred to remain in 1C. But my furious display at the tribunal gave away my mana capacity to Varyn, though not to its full extent.
If anyone discovered I was now an A-Rank mage, I would be expelled on the spot. So, for the rest of my time in this school, I had to cast a concealment spell on myself to hide my true mana capacity from prying eyes.
I laughed at myself, surprised at how much had changed. Within five weeks, I had gone from hiding the fact that I had no magic, to hiding the true extent of my newly awakened affinity.
I stepped into the class, dressed in my full uniform, notebook in my right hand. I took in a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of clean clothes and different ointments.
In one swift glance, I analyzed the entire class to find an empty seat. There were four rows of chairs with five chairs in each row, and on the third row, an empty desk sat in the middle.
"Everyone," Professor Varyn said with a slightly crooked smile. "Say a proper welcome to your new classmate... Aldrin Stormborn."
As I made my way towards the empty seat, a low wave of whispers erupted around me, barely audible. It seemed to be the norm wherever I went.
"He’s the one who ruined the tournament."
"The darkblood’s friend."