Chapter 58: Marked for Reassessment
In the middle of the growing faculty assembly arrived a young, raven-haired man with sharp features, his posture deceptively casual. Thin reading glasses rested neatly on the bridge of his nose, the lenses catching a glint of morning light. His violet eyes—unmistakably unnatural in hue—glowed faintly despite the soft, ambient sunlight, a quiet sign of magical proficiency. He wore a pristine white robe that fluttered lightly in the breeze, marked on the left side with an insignia:
A shield bearing a single, vivid blue flame in its center.
"Is this everyone...?"
He asked, his voice carrying a lazy drawl, one hand half-covering his mouth as he stifled a yawn. The other arm stretched over his head, shoulder cracking audibly.
He looked every bit the overworked graduate student dragged out of bed too early—not the person in charge of one of the most prestigious academies in the realm.
"It’s everyone, Headmaster," another professor confirmed, giving a crisp nod.
"I see..."
The Headmaster murmured, adjusting his glasses with two fingers in a smooth, habitual motion. His expression barely shifted, his features etched with a kind of weariness that felt old—too old for someone who looked barely thirty. His gaze swept over the rows of students standing in perfect formation, sharp and dispassionate.
"So many students..."
He sighed, and with a quiet hum of mana, a clipboard materialized in his hand in a flicker of silvery-blue light.
"Which one requires a new assessment?"