Unlike the two unfortunate Wyrd students who had been tossed into the infirmary purely on the teacher's whim — their names erased from the register and their future student life already tainted before it even began — Isolde stood on a completely different ground.
Her demeanor alone made it clear why. She sat upright, calm and unbothered, the faint light from the mana stones reflecting off her blue eyes that showed neither fear nor irritation.
Even with a thunder serpent lazily circling around her neck, her expression didn't waver for a second.
Her Commander Trait was at work, shaping her presence, holding her emotions in perfect control.
It wasn't as domineering as Ashok's False Monarch, but unlike his purely charismatic aura, hers had a practical edge.
"Teacher," Isolde began, her voice clear and steady, "I seek this class because it will lead to the increased mastery and development of my Bloodline Magic."
