A Disciple In The Rough

"…"

Emir's question was met with utter silence, as Arthur had no idea how to reply.

"Answer."

Urged by his professor, Arthur showed a determined face and stuttered out:

"….T-Tails!"

Emir checked the coin away from the students and then quietly put it back in his pocket. 

He then gave Arthur a nod and shooed him off to his seat.

"B-But sir, did I get it right?"

The professor smiled. It was wide—unnaturally wide. 

His eyes, hidden beneath the shades, didn't match that look, however.

And his next words didn't either:

"You'll find out in due time… now come sit next to your classmates."

Arthur remained in place momentarily and then hesitantly approached his seat a few steps before their professor's desk.

"Now then..."

As was usual, Emir had to take role call. 

"Rank 1, Elijah Oliver." 

A smiling little brother stood up to greet his big brother.

"Present."