Chapter 41: The Academy’s Other Face
As Professor Vaelhardt concluded her lecture, the classroom buzzed with murmurs as students reflected on the discussion about Ka. Some were still awed by the spectral projection she had demonstrated, while others, like Velren, had something else on their minds.
By the time lunch break arrived, Velren found himself in the cafeteria once again. Just like yesterday, he had bought the same lunch set as before and settled into a corner table. The familiarity of the setting should have been comforting, yet an unease lingered in his mind.
Alistair's answer.
Back when he had responded to the professor's question, he had claimed that there was no definitive origin of Ka—that scholars debated its roots, and its true nature had been shaped by various cultures over time.
And the professor had simply nodded and moved on.
That was what bothered him.
Because he knew otherwise.
When he was still too young for his own good, he had once sneaked into Gramps' library. Among the many tomes filled with forgotten knowledge, he had come across a book that explicitly mentioned that the concept of Ka had originated from an ancient and foreign land called Egypt.
So why had neither Alistair nor Professor Vaelhardt mentioned it?
Had that book been outdated? Or was there another reason?
Before he could dwell on it any further, a voice interrupted his thoughts.