Calix's POV
I walked out of my office, a stack of papers in my hands.
Too much work… I haven't slept in two days. If this keeps up, I don't think I'll make it.
Teachers rushed in and out of the halls around me, all of them in a hurry. Same as always,every new patch brought chaos. Class assignments, student stat reviews, endless reports that still needed to be handled manually.
At least I'm not the only one, I thought, though the small comfort didn't last long.
Just as that heavy, depressed feeling began to fade, I spotted someone ahead.
The problem? She didn't look tired at all. No dark circles under her eyes, no dragging steps, she walked slowly, as if this was a pleasant tour.
grace
Privileged, I muttered inwardly, turning my head and walking past her. No need to let myself get dragged further into that bitter mood.
On the way to the principal's office, the same scene repeated itself. Students wandering as if they had all the time in the world, while I carried the weight of their futures in my arms.
Finally, I reached the office door. Standing outside was the principal's assistant, a man in a pristine butler's uniform, posture so straight he looked carved out of stone. Just looking at him made me feel even more exhausted.
I sighed. "Hello .Oswin. the principal in his office? I have the documents regarding the Black Class that I need to report."
The assistant gave a polite nod. "Of course, Mister Calix. I hope you are well."
Not really, I thought.
Aloud, I only said, "Thank you."
"The principal is inside. I'll inform him of your arrival. Please wait a moment."
I waited for a bit before Oswin stepped out of the office, opening the door for me.
"The principal is waiting for you, Mister Calix."
As soon as I entered, the familiar invisible pressure pressed down on my shoulders—like always.
I adjusted to it slowly, when a calm yet authoritative voice filled the room.
"Calix, you look terrible. You should rest from time to time."
My eyes turned toward the man behind the desk. Light streamed through the wide windows behind him, adding a strange, almost majestic atmosphere to the room.
ll rest once I've finished reporting, I thought to myself
The principal looked like a man in his forties, his hair turned white with age. He always seemed older than his years suggested, but his body told another story. Muscles pressed against the fabric of his robes, and the aura around him was overwhelming, like the very air was weighted, forcing you to carry more than you should.
"I brought Roy Carver as you ordered," I said carefully, "though I still don't understand why I had to escort him with guards."
The principal leaned back slightly, eyes sharp. "I wanted you to use your ability on him. Tell me what you saw, Calix. Even though I didn't instruct you directly, I know you tried to read him."
I exhaled. "…There weren't any emotions inside him.."
Silence stretched between us for a full minute.
I finally spoke. "You could say… he feels detached from the world. As if it doesn't hold any real value for him."
Then I turned to the principal, narrowing my eyes. Why are you giving this kid so much attention? He hasn't done anything impressive yet.
The principal's gaze hardened. "Calix, if you think like the rest of the public, what you said would be true. But the reality is far different. The boy's past is… not normal."
He leaned forward, lowering his voice.
"First, he unlocked his Sin at the age of seven. That's abnormal. This rule has held for two centuries, and this is the first time it's ever been broken.
Second, his sister's body. The wounds suggested she died at least five hours before the mother entered the room and met her own end.
And lastly, even if his mother was a Stage Five healer, a child of seven shouldn't have been capable of killing her. She was renowned for her healing ability."
While listening to the principal, I tried to fully comprehend what he was saying. There were too many pieces that didn't add up.
But if you'll excuse my rudeness, I finally said, don't you think the Carver household already investigated this? As you know, they have the ability to dig deeper than most.
The principal shook his head slowly. "It's not that they didn't try, Calix. They simply couldn't find an answer. Eventually, they gave up. And to be honest, I don't blame them. That incident… it's far too complex. Too many things remain hidden."
He paused, leaning back in his chair, eyes narrowing as if weighing his next words. "Now, back to why I've decided to pay special attention to this boy."
"You know the bloodline of the blindeyes, correct?"
My brows furrowed. "…Isn't that the bloodline said to allow its heir to glimpse the future? The ones believed to be sinless?"
The principal gave a grave nod. "Exactly. The new heir sent me a message—personally. He requested that I invite Roy Carver to the Academy… and arrange a meeting between them."
My breath caught. "…What??"
And while I was still trying to make sense of everything
a sharp knock broke through my thoughts.
"Enter," the principal said.
The door swung open, and Oswin stepped in with hurried steps, his usually composed face carrying a rare edge of urgency.
"Principal," he said, bowing slightly. "A report just came in… about a high stat. From a student in the Black Class."
The room seemed to tighten.
My eyes snapped toward the principal, whose calm expression didn't falter, though the air around him grew heavier, pressing down on my shoulders.
"…Who is it?" the principal asked, voice low but steady.
...........
After that stupid AI reported my stats, I couldn't stop cursing under my breath.
It took me a while to calm down.
Finally, with an annoyed tone, I said,
"Show me reports from the front lines. Simplified version."
The room's AI paused for a beat before answering:
"Summarizing current war reports…"
A display flickered to life above my wrist.
Red zones spread across the map.
Broken defense lines.Cities lost.
Units gone silent.
Entire sectors marked as unstable… or already overrun.