A man with dark, disheveled hair entered nonchalantly, barely sparing a glance at the gathered scholars as he walked toward the front of the room.
His long, dark navy coat moved slightly behind him, revealing the refined attire of a Velthia Academy instructor.
Though he looked like the dignity of an educator, his manner showed he was uninterested in coming to this class.
He reached the podium and exhaled out of the sheer lack of expectations. He twisted his wrist, and the manaboard beeped to life.
But instead of displaying anything grand, the instructor simply leaned against the podium, crossing his arms as he surveyed the room and said….
"Morning. I assume all of you can hear me, but if you can't, that's not my problem."
He gave the class a long, unreadable stare before continuing further.
