Luminae Conservatory Of Magic (3)

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Amon slowly stirred from his slumber, his body still heavy with the lingering traces of sleep.

Yawn~

A deep yawn escaped his lips as he pushed himself upright, his fingers absently running through his disheveled hair.

The wooden floor beneath him creaked softly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet, stretching his arms overhead in an attempt to shake off the drowsiness.

Step~

Step~

With slow, deliberate steps, he approached the small wooden window at the far end of the room.

The thin cloth draped over it fluttered slightly as he reached out, his fingers gripping the fabric before carefully drawing it aside.

As the obstruction lifted, warm sunlight spilled into the dimly lit chamber, illuminating the dust particles that danced lazily in the air.

Beyond the window, the city had already come alive with the sounds of daily life. Merchants called out to passing customers, peddling their wares with practiced enthusiasm.

The rhythmic clatter of horse-drawn carriages echoed through the narrow streets, blending with the distant chatter of pedestrians.

From where he stood, he could see vendors setting up their stalls, children weaving through the crowd with carefree laughter, and armored guards patrolling the main thoroughfare with stoic expressions.

Amon exhaled deeply, his breath carrying a mix of wonder and disbelief.

His gaze remained fixed on the scene before him as he murmured, his voice laced with a strange sense of detachment.

"...Even now, I still struggle to believe it,"

He whispered, his fingers tightening slightly against the wooden frame.

"I am inside the very novel I once read... a world that should have only existed within the pages of fiction."

He let the thought settle, his chest rising and falling with a quiet sigh.

No matter how many times he repeated it to himself, the reality of his situation remained as surreal as the day he had arrived.

Then,

Step—!

Step—!

Step—!

The rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the wooden hallway, each step growing louder as it neared his room.

Amon instinctively turned his head toward the door, his ears picking up the distinct creak of the floorboards beneath the weight of the unseen visitor.

Then—

Knock—!

Knock—!

A firm yet familiar rapping against the door interrupted the quiet morning stillness.

Before Amon could react, a voice called out from the other side, carrying a tone of casual urgency.

"Amon, it's Janica. Breakfast is ready—come down fast!"

The voice belonged to Janica, a name Amon had grown accustomed to in the short time he had been here.

Her words were brisk, efficient—like someone who had no patience for sluggishness.

Amon blinked away the last remnants of sleep, rubbing the side of his neck before responding, his voice still groggy.

"Ahh… yes, Janica! I'm coming."

With that, he took one last glance at the city outside before turning away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place.

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Chomp—!

Amon bit into the tender piece of beef, savoring the rich flavor as he chewed slowly.

His gaze remained fixed on Janica, who sat across from him, casually eating her own meal.

The morning light streaming through the wooden-framed windows cast a warm glow over the dining table, highlighting the simple yet hearty breakfast before them.

Between bites, he finally spoke, his voice laced with curiosity.

"So, Janica… are you telling me I got a letter from someone?"

His question was muffled slightly by the food in his mouth, but his eyes held a sharp focus as he studied her expression.

Janica barely paused, taking a small sip from her wooden cup before nodding.

"Yes."

Her response was brief, almost nonchalant, but there was something about the way she said it that made Amon narrow his eyes.

He swallowed his bite, setting his fork down as he leaned in slightly.

"And? Who sent it?"

Janica glanced at him, her lips curling into the faintest smirk.

"That… you'll have to find out yourself."

"..."

"Ahh, okay."

Amon shrugged, deciding not to press Janica for more details.

He had no idea who had sent the letter or what it contained, but there was only one way to find out.

Finishing the last bite of his meal, he set his utensils down and pushed his chair back.

With a nod toward Janica, he rose from the table, his mind already shifting toward the mysterious letter.

Without wasting time, he made his way back to his room.

Creak—!

The wooden floor creaked softly beneath his steps as he entered, his eyes immediately locking onto the neatly folded envelope resting on his study table.

It had been placed carefully, almost deliberately, as if the sender had wanted him to notice it the moment he walked in.

Amon exhaled slowly, stepping closer. His fingers traced the edges of the envelope before picking it up.

The paper felt slightly rough under his touch, the seal unbroken.

"Who could have sent this…?"

He murmured to himself, turning it over in his hands.

"Haaaa...."

With a deep breath, he slid a finger beneath the flap and carefully tore it open.

And,

Unfolded the letter, his eyes quickly scanned the neatly written text.

His breath hitched slightly as he processed the words before him.

_-_-_

"Mr. Amon Von Lancaster,

We are pleased to inform you that the test you have taken for admission into the Luminae Conservatory of Magic has been successfully accepted. You are expected to begin your first year on the 2nd Sunlight Day of the Year 1259 at 9:00 AM on the academy's campus. We look forward to your arrival and dedication to the pursuit of magic.

—Headmaster of the Luminae Conservatory of Magic"

-_-_-

Amon stared at the letter for a few moments, his grip tightening slightly around the parchment.

"The Luminae Conservatory of Magic..."

The name alone sent a wave of memories crashing through his mind.

In the novel he had once read, this institution was one of the most prestigious academies for magic users, a place where prodigies and nobles alike honed their craft.

It was also one of the key locations where major events in the story unfolded.

And now, he was about to step into it.

Slowly lowering the letter, Amon exhaled deeply, a mix of excitement and apprehension settling in his chest.

"So, this is where it begins... my path in this world."

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A/N- Expect some complex words..since it is a WSA entry work....

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Praise the Fool.