Chapter 54: A Warning
Kaizer arrived at a small office in which the dean’s photo hung in a frame at the back, within which four other men were present. One was Kaizer’s own grandpa, Gerald Lunin, though he looked much younger, resembling an older Kaizer by about 70%, mostly lacking the intense blue eyes.
No wonder Dean Rochester recognized him immediately.
The others were a tall burly man who was bald and had a brown complexion while wearing tight black armor, a slightly shorter Asian man wearing a mandarin suit with long hair tied in a bun, a sword at his waist, and a young man no older than Kaizer with spiky black hair, dead fish eyes, and pursed lips full of impatience.
The rest of the office was rather neat and orderly, as expected of one who sat in such a position. There was a large wooden desk that sat smack-dab in the center, facing the door. On it were neatly stacked papers, an ink bottle, and a single pen along with a high-backed chair that stood behind the desk, its dark leather worn smooth.
To the left, a tall bookshelf stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with thick volumes. Some books were old, their spines cracked, while others looked somewhat new, with rather interesting titles based on esper abilities and esper history. A small glass table nearby held a brass clock that ticked softly.
On the right side, there was a window that let in sunlight, and looking out of it allowed one to view the academy grounds below. Heavy curtains hung at its sides, ready to be drawn if needed to close out the intrusive sun, while against the far wall, a cabinet held sealed documents and a few personal items.
A single chair sat in front of the desk for visitors, likely allowing the dean to focus on who he was dealing with personally. The room was quiet, the air filled with the faint scent of parchment and polished wood along with some air freshener that created a very pleasant aroma.
"Sit," Dean Rochester instructed Kaizer, who complied silently. The Dean then sat in his own chair and removed his tophat, revealing soft brown curls that were rather messily spread over his scalp.
"I have had only one student before you, and that person was named Drake Moore. He was also a reclusive young lad like you who treasured his words, so don’t worry about having to change your natural disposition to better mesh with mine."