'Bullshit', Ashok thought, remaining completely unfazed by Frederick's words.
Unlike Althea, who had begun slipping into a quiet internal crisis after hearing them, questioning the Academy's credibility and even the value of her own efforts, Ashok was not foolish enough to believe that anything spoken by this scheming old man came from genuine goodwill.
Praise or agreement from Frederick always carried another layer beneath it.
And, as expected, he was right.
"However," Frederick said, turning his gaze toward Adlet, a mocking gleam briefly flashing through his eyes, "is there truly any point in teaching a student who has no ambition?"
"You are right," Frederick said calmly. "The Academy grants its students complete freedom when it comes to choosing their courses, and we teachers—who have been instructing for decades—do not expect every student to take an excessive number of classes."
