Chapter 49: Tardy
Jethro continued down the corridor, seeing on the holographic screens that he had missed a class while passed out in the health post. The class was Tamer Economics.
it wasn’t a necessarily exciting or important class so Jethro wasn’t at all bothered that he had missed it. However, after a moment of thought, he realized that a class on how to manage your credits for taming purchases to get the best out of your mechbeast was exactly what he needed.
Nevertheless, there was nothing he could do now. He’d just have to make sure he wasn’t knocked out cold during the next class.
After a while, he turned left, finally arriving at the round doors that led to the class hall for his next lesson: Aether Fundamentals. The panels pulled open silently, revealing an amphitheater that looked like a high-tech alchemist’s dream.
The tiers— polished and silver —descended as usual to a central dais. Each tier held rows of sturdy tables, two seats apiece.
Upon each table sat an array of fascinating magical experimental tools and a glyph specially embedded into the table for presenting information on what was being taught. While on each seat were the owners of the hundreds of eyes that had snapped towards him when the door hissed shut.
The voice of the teacher died slowly, his gaze also moving to the highest tier where Jethro was standing. Jethro glanced down at him at the same time.
Since this was Aether Fundamentals, Jethro figured that the teacher was Professor Uriel.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t an old man, though it almost appeared like he should have been.
He had pure white hair, styled in a way that seemed both youthful and profoundly wise, contrasting with the neon orange of his robes.
A transparent coat-like cape, glistening with the same color hugged him by the shoulders and flowed to the ground. His eyes were unsettlingly black. Not the pupil, but the eyeball itself, and then the pupils were white, with a tint of orange.
When they fixed on Jethro, he suddenly felt naked. Exposed.