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Javier continued eating, his sharp eyes casually scanning the cafeteria. It didn't take long for him to notice the clear divide among the students.

The noble sons and daughters from the first and second classes—the so-called elites—mostly avoided mingling with others, sticking to their own groups. Their finely tailored uniforms and the airs they put on made it clear they were of high rank.

Javier smirked, his fork hovering over his plate. "Well, that's normal," he muttered under his breath. "Typical nobles and their cliques. Heh."

Most of the higher-ranking nobles, sons of high Barons, Counts, and even a few from Marquis families, sat together near the front of the cafeteria. Their conversations were loud and boastful, each trying to outdo the other with stories of wealth, connections, or magical skills.