PEQD 137

Staring at him from the back was a handsome guy with lavender purple hair and enchanting eyes of the same color.

His posture was loose, a dead giveaway of someone who was not a warrior.

Lucien walked forward, looking for a seat.

The only empty ones were next to Michael, on the other side of the circle, and three seats on the other side, which most likely belonged to Kane's group.

It was obvious what Lucien chose.

And even he was curious about the Sorcerers' department's valedictorian.

Lucien wordlessly took the seat beside him, earning a brief stare from other cadets around him.

"Lucien Callastre," Michael said softly without even moving his head.

"Michael Fonseca," Lucien greeted back, looking straight ahead just like him.

Michael was one of the few people in the entire academy whose background was on a similar level to Lucien's.

The firstborn of one of the Octad of the Sentinel Order.