William stood in a state of stunned silence. In his previous life, his entire existence within these academy walls had been defined by a cramped, drafty room in the porter's barracks, where the only luxury was a straw-filled mattress on a frame that groaned under the slightest weight.
To go from that to a private residence in the Eastern District was a leap in status that felt almost surreal.
He knew that this treatment was entirely due to the patriarch's careful arrangements, but part of him felt that it was almost too much to accept.
After all, William had never intended for the academy to be his permanent base of operations. He was a man of the world, and now that he held nearly a thousand high-grade cores and a mountain of spirit crystals, he had more than enough wealth to secure a magnificent estate far away from the prying eyes of the faculty.
