The next day.
The golden gates of Velmoria Royal Academy were right before him, decorated and tall, glinting under the pale afternoon sun.
Other than the high walls covered in detection magic, this gate was the only entry to the academy.
The Velmoria Royal Academy—where children of nobles, warriors, and awakened geniuses walk toward power, prestige, and politics—was the place most of this story's starting plots originated from.
Right now, Raven stood before those gates, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed yet eyes sharp with a tinge of conflicted emotion.
A black uniform hugged his lean frame, the crimson crest of the Velmoria Kingdom burning like a fresh wound over his heart.
The wind tugged at his coat lightly, brushing his inky hair over his pale forehead and framing his haunting red eyes.
"I'm finally here…" he murmured under his breath, eyes scanning the school grounds beyond the gate. "…The place where the plot actually begins."
