Chapter 658: Director
As something eventful was unfolding in the Land of Origin, something equally significant was taking place back in Aurora.
Right now, in one of the academy’s buildings, three students sat before a familiar figure: Michael, Rynne, and another of their classmates.
In front of them sat Director Arven.
They were in his office, and Michael had to admit, the director wasn’t only colorful in identity but also in his surroundings.
The room looked less like an office and more like a chaotic blend of everything imaginable. Papers, books, and half-open files lay stacked in uneven piles on every available surface.
The walls were painted in mismatched tones, pale blue on one side and crimson on the other, as if the painter had lost interest halfway through. Several unframed paintings hung crookedly, and none seemed to belong together; one was a portrait of a noblewoman, another a landscape of a barren desert, and another looked like a child’s messy attempt at abstract art.
The curtains were bright yellow, their edges frayed, clashing violently with the dark green carpet that looked like it had seen better centuries. A small lamp on the desk flickered weakly, its light barely holding steady as it cast long, twitching shadows across the walls.
A large stuffed chair sat behind the desk, its fabric torn at the corners, revealing patches of cotton. And sitting in it was Director Arven himself.
The man was seated cross-legged on a cushioned chair, dressed in his usual flamboyant manner. His dyed hair, a striking mix of blue and violet, glimmered under the dim light.
"Director Arven," Rynne began cautiously, "may I ask why we were summoned?"
Arven lifted his gaze, eyes sparkling with mischief as a slow smile tugged at his lips. "Summoned? Such a grim word, dear Rynne. Let’s call it invited for a chat."
Michael’s brow twitched slightly.