What did I do to piss him off this time?
Naturally, I had no clue.
So I did what I always do when life throws something confusing at me:
I ignored it.
Honestly, attracting weirdos, especially powerful and unstable ones, had become my new normal.
Azriel being pissed was basically background noise at this point.
"The Noxvalen Academy only welcomes those who have the will to survive and adapt,"
Azriel continued, voice flat as a dead fish.
Meanwhile, my brain was focused on far more important matters.
Like… Why does my cloak look so majestic even when I am sitting?
And do I look more handsome with white hair of my terminally-ill state or black hair of my normal state?
You know, productive thoughts.
Useless speeches were never my cup of tea, especially not when delivered in Azriel's signature "I'd rather be anywhere but here" monotone.
To be fair, he was probably forced to read this whole thing every year.
But still, who cares?
