Let's go back a few days, while Light slept, questioning the usefulness of the lessons, and the elf listened attentively while taking notes. The instructor had been hired by Dominic and had already taught several students from the highest castes of Aegon, the sons of the apostles. For the tenth time in this lesson, he threw a piece of chalk at Light's head, with such force and weight that it could easily crush a human skull. Light flinched, a red mark forming on his forehead.
"Pay attention! This could save your lives one day!" The teacher was serious and had no mercy; he had long learned that the apostles cared little for weak offspring, and so a tough and inflexible approach was best. Despite everything, he was a soft-hearted man who hoped for the best for his students since he was familiar with their destinies.
