Back in my world, somehow, comparisons were always a common thing. You probably heard a story where you were being compared even to the most impossible people you could ever imagine.
That would be the same as the professor I was facing right now. Professor Oliver Plaridel. Hidden character number one. The genius protege who graduated as the youngest in the academy. He graduated around eighteen years old. One would say that feat must be normal.
Not really, a student here entered at the age of 17 and graduated at the age of 20 or 21. Then he became the yougest professor here, and surprise surprise our batch was his first advisory class two years later after he graduated.
A convenient setting that the author of the novel created so that it would perfectly fit the right age of romance. If you get what I mean.
Though back to being a protege of this man. If this man lived on Earth, I might get an earful of comparison to this man even if we were countries apart.
