Chapter 2: A Fast Track to Chaos
Silas took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He adjusted his posture and brushed off their concern with a casual wave.
"Uhhh... I'm fine. Just... exercising," he said with a half-hearted laugh, attempting to pass off the awkward moment as nothing serious.
The butler raised an eyebrow but chuckled.
"Good to hear, young master!" he replied, though there was a faint suspicion in his tone.
Before the conversation could continue, the maid's voice called out from behind the door.
"Sir Lance, I'm afraid the young master will have to skip breakfast. He's about to be late for his first day at the academy."
The butler nodded, flicking his arm toward the wardrobe. Instantly, a uniform floated in front of Silas.
"I see. A shame you must skip breakfast, young master," Sir Lance said with a playful grin. "But today is far more important."
Silas raised an eyebrow, not sure if the butler was teasing or serious.
"This'll be a bit disorienting," Sir Lance added, still smiling. He raised both hands and gestured in a small circle.
Then, with a few quiet words, he recited a chant.