Three knocks sounded on the door of a luxurious office.
"Lord Korvus, Lucien Winter has arrived to answer your summons…" reported the tan-skinned assistant, Omar, as the silvery-blue-haired young man and his squad waited behind him.
Of course, Korvus had already known for some time that the young Ice Magna Prospect had arrived at the academy and had been prepared to receive him.
"You may enter."
Omar and the talented youngsters entered upon receiving confirmation, the young Magna Prospect sporting a wide smile that didn't align with his reputation as a cold, almost emotionless young man.
Lucien offered a sincere bow toward Korvus, clearly showing his respect for the old man.
"Deputy Headmaster Korvus, it's been quite some time. I'm glad to see you're doing well…"
"Hahaha, am I merely imagining things? Lucien Winter taking the initiative to greet and smile at this mere deputy? You used to sneer at me in disdain, did you not?" Korvus joked in response to the greeting.
