Septis, 01 Lus 911 Aven
We are in Eden, mainly in Prima, this strange academic structure. Within it, the entrance hall—spanning the equivalent of an entire floor—contained several areas: a kind of small library, a relaxation room, as well as the location of the teachers' lounge and other similar facilities.
At this level, everything was calm and light. But beyond that, above, rose ten floors—not just any floors, but the classroom levels, organized from the lowest to the highest.
The classes were divided into three distinct cycles of study:
the Yra foundational studies,
the Yre elementary studies,
and the Yce final studies.
Each of these three cycles was symbolized respectively by colors:
white, or rather silver, a symbol of purity and brilliance;
yellow, leaning toward the sun and budding hope;
and black—certainly—but beyond the awakening from which it was said by some to originate, it was also an elegance reminiscent of the most subtle temptations.
Among these ten floors, three were assigned to Yra, the next four to Yre, and the last three to Yce. Their boundaries were clearly perceptible.
On each level, every class was divided into three sections: Ias, Bias, and Tias—subtle symbols of excellence.
We are on the third floor out of ten: Yra 3.
In one of the classrooms on this floor: Yraia 3rd.
It was a rectangular room with an immaculate white floor, smooth and gleaming. The four walls were made of glass—but of a special kind: one could not see through them, only glimpse the reflection of the entire classroom on each side.
This system allowed the teacher to monitor the entire class from a fixed point.
In this room stood a teacher, as well as several students, seated on curved chairs arranged facing him.
Near the teacher was a large surface that appeared to be glass, but was in fact a screen on which various pieces of information were displayed—no doubt the lesson, projected against a bluish background.
In this class, she stood out.
A girl among other children of the same age. She was only eleven years old. She sat near the edge, her head resting on her desk. In front of her lay a flat surface, at a reasonable distance, connected to another glass-like surface—not truly glass, but something resembling it—on which things were written, somewhat like a notebook.
This girl, seemingly asleep, was almost invisible in this classroom where everything went on without anyone paying attention to her, despite her attitude being the opposite of that of the other students, most of whom appeared attentive to the teacher.
Her hair, white on the left and black on the right, did not blend. Each side had its place.
Soon, the girl gently lifted her head, revealing eyes whose colors were just as mismatched: yellow on the right side of her face, red on the left.
She yawned openly, without restraint, not even trying to hide it, clearly preferring that everyone see.
She reflected. She thinks.
Oh… they're not done yet. I'll fall back asleep just so I can wake up later rather than endure the end of this waste of time. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.
She cast a quick glance at the class without turning her head.
Oh dear… these guys are still full of hatred, huh? Not bad. How did such simple children learn to restrain their emotions… and yet, even if they wanted to, they couldn't do anything. Pathetic. Completely pathetic.
Soon, all the students left the room, dressed in their simple uniforms: a red shirt under a white jacket, long and loose red trousers, and a black belt.
After that, when the room seemed empty, the girl straightened her head completely, which until then had been resting on the desk behind her.
She was there, in the void, seemingly thinking, seemingly elsewhere—perhaps beyond reality.
— Oh Lady, what is it that takes up your life so much, so precious?
— Oh, I bet she's preparing a revolution.
— You all… for now, my favorite twins: Prince Brice (you too, Shinra, Yuzu, Atrix, Guillaume, Sangen, Kanjiro, Max… all of you, all my friends).
— Prince, at your service, Lady. It is my duty.
— Brice, stop feeding this guy's ego, he'll really start thinking he's a true prince.
— Max: Yes, vampire egos are instinctive. No need to feed them—but their big heads might explode—as they say, you can see a big head at the tip of the fangs.
— Kanjiro: A little respect among us, please. 🙏
— Shinra: Hmm!
— Atrix: Are you finally going to speak?
— Sangen: Don't worry, he can talk. But by the way, did you say brawling? If that's it, you know me.
— Yuzu: Peace is the most important thing; we must avoid conflicts.
— Guillaume: I really need a kingdom at peace, otherwise…
— Sangen: Brawling?
— Yuzu: Stop it.
Beside this commotion was a girl sitting on a desk on which the first girl had settled, while the others—the source of the noise—stood nearby.
The two of them answered each other with a knowing smile.
— Oh, my favorite savage seems to be philosophizing about her pathetic existence. What do you think, my dear friend Aliss?
— Interesting, for once: a bespectacled teacher's pet perched as if superior to a true intellectual. Isn't that more interesting, dear little Marie?
— We understand each other. Nothing is right.
— On the contrary, together, nothing can surprise us.
— Still as arrogant as on the first day.
— That's realism. My superiority and my immense knowledge are facts, just like my dexterity, my skill, my learning… Accept it, and you'll feel better.
— I have no need for this place. Everything necessary, I already know—and better than what they think they can teach me.
— You—the savage who spent her entire childhood outside modern structures, deep in the forest, in snow and cold… you are truly a savage. And yet, your intimate understanding of the world is unmatched. Moreover, you are the best in pure theory in the entire school. The greatest potential here. It's ironic.
— You forgot that I am also the "granddaughter of the founder."