"You don't seem worried,"Evelina, the academy's headmistress, stated as she looked at Renelle.
"He'll be fine," Renelle answered without a change in her expression, "after all, he's strong."
"Oh my, you trust in you butler that much," the headmistress said in a teasing tone, but Renelle ignored it, keeping her eyes forward.
They were currently in one of the Academy's private training halls for one simple reason, Adrian had to prove that he deserved to be admitted into the academy.
Especially since the letter recommended he be put directly in Renelle's class.
It was more accurate to call this an arena than a training hall, the seating were arranged in a circular tiered manner and in the center was a large open training ground.
It looked empty at first, but there were multiple small magic tools, shaped like modern spotlights arranged around and a bit above it.
This was where the actual magic happened.... literally.
