Chapter 51: Rejected Tutelage
After the Instructor had snapped out from his moment of awe. He lowered the paper and locked his gaze onto Adrian.
’Which house are you from, young man?’ he asked with curiosity. ’That kind of skill isn’t common.’
Adrian kept his expression neutral.
’I’m not from a noble house,’ he said simply, resulting in everyone exchanging glances. Nobility often dominated such classes, their private tutors giving them a head start. A commoner with this talent was unheard of.
Professor Toren’s brow rose, but he pressed on. ’How did you learn to craft runes like this? This precision... it’s beyond a beginner’s grasp.’ His fingers traced the Fire Rune’s spiral, as if searching for a flaw that wasn’t there.
Adrian shrugged. "Just picked it up," he said to keep it vague. .
Toren studied him, then asked, "Your name?"
"Adrian," he replied with a steady voice.
"Adrian," the Instructor repeated before setting the paper down.
"This is genius. Pure genius." He paused, then leaned forward, his voice lowering. "Would you consider being my personal student? I could guide you, refine that talent into something extraordinary."
The hall fell silent, the weight of the offer sinking in. Gasps broke the quiet, students staring with wide eyes. Becoming a personal student was a rare privilege, a mark of favor that carried immense weight.