After an uncomfortable meal, they made their way to the next class—one that Melody seemed rather interested in. Perhaps if he hadn't heard her monologue in the dorms earlier about the Bloodmend phial, Michael might have been surprised.
The trio walked into the classroom, a dimly lit and musty room that felt a few degrees hotter than outside. The first thing that assaulted them was the pungent smell of magical herbs—but they were not pleasant.
It was a sulfur-like scent that seemed to tickle the back of one's throat.
There were rows of tables set up, each space with a black cauldron atop it and a space with various ingredients. At a glance, Michael counted around fifty—meaning they would likely have to partner up with another student for this class.
"Let's go find a seat quickly," Melody said, grabbing Rudy's arm and directing him to one of the front rows.
"Huh!? Let go of me you unchaste woman~" Rudy pulled back, almost sending the girl that was a head shorter than him flying.
