Chapter 6: The Return of the Prodigal Fifth
The air in Aiden's bedroom was vibrating.
That was the problem with 7th Class Magicians; they didn't just walk into a room; they displaced reality. The golden-haired man laid Aiden onto the velvet sheets with a gentleness that bordered on eerie. He stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning the boy's face as if looking for a hidden line of code—or a soul that didn't belong.
With a final, enigmatic smile, he turned and stepped out into the hallway.
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The air in the hallway of Veynar mansion didn't just feel colder; it felt thinner.
Hazel, a maid, was running, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. Her brown hair, usually tied in a neat, sensible bun, was beginning to fray at the edges, and beads of sweat stood out on her forehead like glass. To lose the Young Master on the day of his greatest shame was more than a failure—it was a death sentence for her position.
