A few days later.
The skies above Velmoria Royal Academy were a crisp blue, the wind gentle, and the weather perfect for a leisurely walk—or, in Raven's case, a slow march toward what he felt was academic execution.
"I feel like I'm being led to the gallows," Raven muttered, eyeing the path leading to the grand entrance of the academy's examination hall, which was usually used by teachers, with dread.
Today, he had to give the theory test, which was mandatory, even for a Vaise.
However, since the classes were ongoing, he couldn't write the test there, so he was allowed a seat in the examination hall.
"You studied," Clara, walking beside him, said, though her tone lacked sympathy.
She was too busy throwing veiled glances at the girl who walked on Raven's other side—Siris.
Raven groaned. "Studied? Yes. Understood? Debatable."
