Saen's kindness and capability were ultimately limited. By the time the anatomy class concluded, three apprentices had been devoured by Master Kosorong's pet. This grim reality underscored why the number of apprentices at the Dark Magic Academy never seemed to rise; some were casually erased by dark mages during lessons or daily life.
Until they had considerable power or backing, living cautiously and fearfully was the norm for all apprentices.
The dissection class, which lasted nearly three hours, ended with Master Kosorong leaving first. The other apprentices followed suit, unfazed by the deaths of three newcomers who had become accustomed to such occurrences. A few sneered as they passed the weaker students.
Among them were several low-level apprentices, clearly bullies within their peer group. The more junior apprentices wouldn't dare provoke them. However, despite their haughty attitudes towards the novices, these low-level apprentices bowed respectfully as they passed Saen, who stood at the lectern.
Saen knew these students well, especially the leader, Vida, who was on the verge of advancing to an intermediate apprentice much like Saen had been several months ago. Now, however, Saen commanded respect across the academy, another testament to the academy's hierarchy.
Saen also knew that Vida harbored aspirations of becoming Kosorong's apprentice. Unfortunately for Vida, Kosorong didn't think highly of him, considering him "dull and inept." Luckily, Vida hadn't made any major errors in the anatomy class, thus avoiding becoming a meal for Kosorong's pet.
With Vida and his group gone, the remaining students exited the classroom quickly, leaving only the faint smell of blood behind. It was a scent everyone had grown accustomed to. As the room emptied, only two individuals remained: Saen on the platform and the girl in the front row.
"My name is Tindi. Thank you, Senior Brother Saen, for saving my life," the girl said, bowing deeply.
Tindi was younger than ten—slender and slight. Saen didn't harbor any special interests in her, and his decision to help her was driven purely by some inherent kindness and a touch of guilt.
In truth, Saen regretted his decision. Kosorong hadn't taught the "cross-stitch method" to this cohort of novices, and Saen knew he couldn't consistently rely on luck or the hope that Kosorong's memory would continue to fail him.
Tindi knew little of Saen beyond the academy's rumors. His defeat of Irk and Scarface Jock and his success in the grade assessment had kept him in the spotlight, earning him a reputation among the lower-ranked apprentices.
Tindi had heard of Saen's earlier exploits, including his defending Melie in the anatomy lessons years prior.
Girls were often more perceptive and emotional than their male counterparts. Though female apprentices were fewer, many in the lower ranks were moved by stories of Saen's past compassion.
Tindi had sought Saen's help with little hope of success, yet he'd indeed aided her. To her, Saen was every bit the "kind soul" the rumors portrayed him to be—not to mention the thought that maybe he had an interest in her floated through her mind.
Apprentices at the Dark Magic Academy matured emotionally and mentally at a young age. Saen hadn't anticipated the extent of Tindi's conjectures. Detachedly, he addressed her gratitude, "Actually, with only two mistakes, Master Kosorong probably wouldn't have harmed you."
"The apprentices were fed to his pet because they made three or more significant errors," Saen continued.
"But I am very grateful to you nonetheless. Is there anything you would like me to do for you, Senior Brother?" Tindi asked, stepping forward to stand close to Saen.
Based on his decade-long experience and observation at the academy, Saen knew he could likely make this young apprentice do anything, but he refrained. His knowledge of anatomy told him that engaging with someone so young would bring nothing but pain to both parties.
"How old are you?" Saen asked, changing the topic.
"Nine, but I'll be ten in two months," Tindi replied.
Her response elicited a knowing nod from Saen. He countered with a request that surprised her:
"Help me carry this specimen back to my dorm," he said, pointing to the dissected apprentice cadaver.
The specimen was a gift from Master Kosorong, a reward for assisting in the anatomy class. Achieving excellence in anatomy and corporeal structure required more than innate talent; it demanded relentless practice. Kosorong's high regard for Saen's skills hinted at the hard work behind Saen's proficiency.
Tindi was taken aback. Her initial surprise turned to resolve as she set her gaze on the specimen, then back to Saen. Unmoved by her tentative glances, Saen maintained his cool demeanor.
Did Senior Brother Saen have unusual tastes, or was there more he wanted to do once back at the dorm? Tindi pondered, driven by the subconscious fear and desire to secure a powerful ally in Saen.
Surviving two years in the academy, where peers were often "lost" or killed, Tindi knew securing protection was key. Appearances and behavior indicated Saen was the best candidate—handsome, strong, kind-hearted.
Though she'd heard Saen had a girlfriend, an advanced apprentice, this didn't deter her. I could be his concubine, as long as he protects me, she thought.
The emotional complexity of a nine-year-old apprentice was staggering, but Saen sought only a simple exchange.
His request for help wasn't laden with expectancy—just a straightforward exchange of kindness for kindness. Saen saved her life; the least she could do was repay the favor.