Se'van looked over toward the door.
"Your— …Ixion, you'll be joining us today?"
'Should I tell them to call me 'Your Ixion' at this point?!'
Ixion smiled and threw his arms wide open.
"Naturally!"
He went and sat down at the front right desk, next to where Runa and Lot were already seated.
After his appearance, Zabaniyah stepped out from the shadows, and the Jester dropped from the ceiling and splattered onto the floor.
Ixion cheered.
"My, my! The crew's all here!"
"Fuck you!"
"My heart!"
Ixion watched as Zabaniyah took the seat behind him, and the jester took the seat behind Runa.
He flashed his teeth, then asked:
"What will this lecture be on, Se'van?"
The emerald-eyed woman, whose quiet day had just been shattered by the promise of chaos, withheld her sigh as she slowly replied:
"History, once again. Kaldora's History, that is. We've long since moved past learning the basic concepts."
"I see. I see."
'History again? How boring.'
