Chapter 204: Raised Well

The air was thick with tension after Lady Margan's words. The professors sat in their designated seats, their expressions solemn, while across from them, the nobles occupied the other side of the circular table.

Among them was an elderly man dressed in fine blue robes, his neatly trimmed goatee giving him an air of formality. He gripped a black walking stick, though it seemed more for appearance than necessity. His sharp, piercing eyes carried a hint of lechery, making Damon uneasy.

'Didn't realize his old man was a literal old man,' Damon thought dryly.