Lucien was led to the guest area where he waited for clearance to enter the academy compound.
The atmosphere around him shifted.
The academy guards subtly straightened. Their posture tense yet they remained respectful and courteous. Clearly, they were trained to deal with nobles and high-ranking visitors.
Still, Lucien noticed something peculiar.
The moment he arrived, the security level subtly increased.
More eyes on him.
More guards nearby.
As if someone important had stepped onto the grounds.
'They must think I'm someone important because of my aura.' Lucien mused with a quiet smirk.
Despite their caution, the guards stayed composed and professional.
They were well-mannered and polished like they'd done this a thousand times.
Before long, the guard who had gone ahead to report returned.
Lucien rose from his seat, expecting to be ushered inside.
But then… he noticed the guard's expression.
Remorseful and hesitant. In his hand was a parchment.
