The three figures exuded an intense aura with each of their movements, especially the figure in the centre:
One of the ten strongest men on the continent, and the true pillar that sustained this academy: Magnus Guthrie, the Director. And Erwing's grandfather.
His footsteps echoed with an almost disconcerting calm, not a single noise could be heard, and yet the energy emanating from his body was suffocating. To his right was Veronica Glass, the unyielding head teacher of Class A, and to his left was Alices Vonclear, the charming—and slightly dangerous—third-year Enchantment teacher. Each one radiated a charisma that left you mesmerised.
When I saw them enter, I felt a slight tingling sensation run down the back of my neck. I knew why they were visiting, and that made me nervous. After all, it wasn't every day that figures like these gathered for a mere student.
"Grandfather? What are you doing here?" Erwing broke the silence, his voice full of confusion, waking me from my trance.
