Chapter 14: SpellCasting
The recruits were back on the training grounds again, but this time, for something they were actually excited about- Spell casting.
The instructor for the class was still the white-haired old man, who had yet to tell them his name still. Come to think of it, none of the instructors had introduced themselves up until now.
Along with him were three other mage instructors. One of them was a tall woman with long, raven-black hair that flowed down her back. She had a shapely figure and a face like a vixen. Judging by her looks, she seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Naturally, she was the one drawing a lot of attention, particularly from the teenage boys in the crowd, who were whispering all sorts of weird things to each other.
Zephyr rolled his eyes as he overheard some of the whispers. "These guys are way too thirsty."
The second instructor was a lanky, tall man with frizzy black hair. He looked maybe forty and was holding a long wooden rod in his hand, watching the recruits with a strict gaze.
The last instructor was surprisingly, a young girl. She looked around their age, maybe slightly older, but likely about Zephyr’s age— at most sixteen. She had a regal air about her, with silver hair cascading down the sides of her face. She was strikingly beautiful. Even Zephyr had to admit it.
Her presence felt different from the tall lady’s. Hers was quieter and more refined, somewhat like a saintess.
At least, that was what Zephyr felt.
"Whoa, she’s really pretty," Anna said with a smile of admiration, and Helga nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. But more than that, she’s also an instructor here... at her age? She must be from a noble family," Zephyr stated.
"Yeah. She has the signature silver hair of House Ryvelin," Helga chipped in, taking Zephyr slightly by surprise.