A Special Prize?

(Rodova Military Academy, The Basics of Assassination Class)

Three weeks into the academy, the class that Leo enjoyed by far the most was Professor Severus's lecture on assassination and poison concoction.

Unlike other subjects, where knowledge was often vague, theoretical, or bogged down by unnecessary history, Severus's lessons were direct, practical, and undeniably lethal.

The man didn't just teach about poisons—he lived and breathed them, speaking about deadly substances with the same passion that an artist spoke of their masterpieces.

And today was no different.

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Severus strode into the lecture hall with his usual erratic energy, his dark robes billowing behind him as his eyes gleamed with twisted excitement.

In his chained hand, he held a tiny glass vial, the liquid inside swirling with a sickly, iridescent hue—a color that seemed to shift between deep green and inky black with each flicker of light.