As I stand in front of a door, a soft exhalation leaves my lips.
The entrance appears far grander than what you would see in the residence of junior or even senior professors. Even the residences of Deans do not have as much pristine glory as the small mansion, which I currently observe with silence.
After preparing myself, I softly knock on the door and wait for a response.
Then—
"Come on in, Javier." An elderly voice seeps out.
A small smile forms on my face, and I enter the residence with barely an ounce of hesitation.
Only very few people call me by my first name, not adding honorifics, titles, or my fallen household's name
My friends are one, but also my superiors.
I am in the presence of the latter, the most powerful man within the four walls of the Royal Academy—Count Blake Winchester.
He is the current Head of the Royal Academy and somewhat of a mentor to me.
Without him, I couldn't have secured the position of Senior Professor.
No, even before then.
