High above the arena, the silence that followed Derek's return still lingered.
From the upper balcony, the Headmistress of the Hunter Academy leaned back slightly in her cushioned seat, her sharp eyes never leaving the figure standing below.
Beside her, an elderly man dressed in a high grade attire leaned forward, resting his chin on his cane.
"That boy…" he murmured, lowering his voice. "He's really something else. Tell me — how long has your academy been hiding such a gem?"
The Headmistress let out a soft chuckle.
"Well," she replied calmly, "even I didn't know."
Her lips curved into an amused smile, though her eyes remained sharp and calculating. "It seems," she continued, "that I'll need to give house master Yami a few lessons."
The man beside her raised a brow. "Lessons?"
"On how to report properly," she said lightly.
But there was something else beneath her tone — interest.
No.
Expectation.
