The Extra is a Genius!?

The last bell of the day echoed through the academy halls like a sigh of relief for most students.

But not for Noel.

For him, it was the start of the real work.

He walked the now-quiet corridor toward Daemar's office, satchel over his shoulder, half a notebook already filled with increasingly chaotic notes tucked under his arm. His eyes were sharp, but the tired sat behind them like a weight.

One knock.

A pause.

Then the familiar, dry voice:

"Come in."

Noel stepped inside.

The office was exactly like the last time he visited it—neat, cold, filled with books, organized shelves lining the walls with zero dust in sight.

Except for one thing.