Azel sat in front of Dorian… the Principal of the Academy.
This was probably the third or fourth time they had met, and every single time, the man somehow looked even younger.
The man looked like he was in his twenties… not the head of the most powerful academy inthe Empire.
"Skipping classes?" Dorian asked, setting the paper he'd been reading aside. "A Class Representative shouldn't be caught doing that, Azel. You're supposed to be an example."
Azel sighed, slouching a little in the chair. "It wasn't my idea."
The Principal raised a brow but didn't press.
Instead, he looked toward the maid by the door.
"Get us some tea, Madelyn."
"Yes, Principal," the maid said with a graceful bow and walked out of the office, closing the heavy oak door behind her.
Dorian leaned back with his hands clasped on the table. "So. You were the one who told the staff to hold off the Field Training sessions today and switch your and Elione's first class slot."
"Yeah." Azel said.
