(Rodova Military Academy, Basement B-1, Basics of Stealth and Assassination Class)
The final class of the day after Practical Combat was Basics of Stealth and Assassination, the only lecture Leo had not attended even once yet, as it was only held on select few days, alternating with the Scouting, Movement and Planning class.
It was held in the basement, in a dark and damp environment, which felt unsettling. However, as if the environment was not bad enough, the instructor for this class was even worse.
Unlike the other classes, which were led by seasoned military officials or scholarly instructors, this one was conducted by someone far removed from the chains of order and discipline.
A criminal.
One who stood before them in heavy restraints, his hands bound in reinforced shackles, his legs weighed down by enchanted chains—yet none of it seemed to suppress the twisted glee dancing in his eyes.