Mont Dia is the only
academy catering towards the production of mages, aiming to conquer malicious
demons – that was the definition as per the students within the academy. It was
the only Mage Academy in existence within the entire Andromeda plain, and
students came from the highlands, and the lowlands. Majority of the prospects
were scouted, some grew up with the mindset that this is the only path that
they need to take, and the rest were something like passing by and just went
out of the interest within the possibility that they could be a prospect.
Lucille was of the third
type. He didn’t exactly planned on growing up to be a mage. He wasn’t even
scouted. He was just there, took the prospects exam, and became one of the top
students in the academy. He had already been in the academy for 15 months. He
had already been promoted towards the next level from being a Novice – a
transcendence. One of the few first ones from his novice batch. But the way
that he was stuck on being a transcendence for about a year (and counting), he
wasn’t all too satisfied even though the masters had been telling him that the
transcendence had always been the most difficult level within the academy. And
he believed it. However half-hearted, he believed it. That is, until that
encounter.
Never in his stay had he
encountered a Novice such as red-eyes from yesterday.
He replayed the scene
over and over from his mind, analyzing any detail that might explain what the
Novice did with the demon. He recalled the bright light, the spot where the
demon disappeared from, and what the novice was doing. Nothing. It was all too
general.
He knew that he couldn’t
just ask anyone about this incident. This goes beyond Mont Dia. Beyond what
they are being taught. Exterminate and Overrule – were the core values that
they were being taught. Prospects were being trained to be mages, one who would
kill a demon on sight. And what she did, for what she claimed that she would
do, was out of the line. It was a crime of high treason.
. . . . .
The good thing about
being the kind of guy Lucille is, was that no one cares about him.
He wasn’t really one of those
types that just escapes your attention. He looks fine. Handsome even. From his
novice batch, he had always been the first guy that girls notice, guys
approach, even the masters. Lucille had been gifted with the endless
possibilities and superior potential. He could have been that popular type with
huge crowd and that package that could make him famous in the social hierarchy.
But he had an unusual wave of thinking that always goes to show that he wasn’t
that. That he was beyond that. He was the type that intimidates people into
leaving him alone.
It suits him just fine on
whatever cases. This had been one of those cases. He was able to hear things
where people would never care if he hears. He wasn’t any worth to be thought
off enough to withhold anything from his range of hearing. It led him to identify
who that red-eyed novice was.
“Who
was that red-eyed chick that Master ____ was talking to?”
“Eh?
I saw her talk to Master _____, is she a celebrity or anything?”
“I
know her, she was on my Gen-Ed class! She’s not that good though”
“I
think I saw her, she used to be in my demons class… huh? She was transferred from yours?”
He walked by hallways
between classes. Occasionally picking out groups of novices to listen into. The
novices didn’t mind, they already knew from their first encounter with him that
he wasn’t worth any attention. Unless, they would want to relive any… unwanted
encounters. The only instance of interaction from this batch of Novices was
just one student who mistakenly approached him, thinking he was that
accommodating senior. It wasn’t that much of an incident, though that novice
wasn’t able to attend the first week of his classes claiming that he was sick –
but the rumors were already there about how he stared and the unspoken
nightmares that he brought upon the unsuspecting novice.
“I’ve
heard she had some connections with the higher masters from the specialized
classes.”
“Eeeh?!
Was that why she’s not being expelled?”
“She’s
never been in a class for longer than a week?”
Even the students and
masters of the transcendence class knew of her existence. Though it wasn’t a
position that any Novice would actually dream of being into. The transcendence
knew far more details based on experience and knowledge of the academy more
than the amateur ears. Though, the rumors branched out more far-fetched, no
concrete proof, and were just based on the Novice’s rumors. Most masters from
the transcendence class were also involved within occasional discussions –
which happens when they caught her from the transcendence levels.
“She’s
here for detention. She’s quite known for that.” Was a response when he asked
one of the masters from his class, the master looked at him rather
suspiciously, “Why do you ask?”
That it was a dangerous
risk that he was willing to participate into. He smiled relieving the
suspicions from the unsuspecting master, “Everyone seems to be talking about
her, I was just curious.”
Her reputation is a mess.
There were those rumors from here and there about various things leading from
hypothesis to the most outrageous outcomes. From what he could tell was this:
She’s known to the Masters as a troublemaker, worthless, and stupid; she’s
admitted to the school based on connections rather than willingness or
potential; and the student body called her Detention Phoenix.
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Second Chapter.
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