"I hereby name Maximus Stormhart as the Head of Swordhart the House of Honor. The first of its line, and the one who brought it back."
The words echoed through the hall like thunder.
Gasps spread through the students like a wave crashing across the room.
Max jerked slightly, eyes wide. "Wait… what?" he muttered under his breath.
Jack's head snapped up, his expression frozen in disbelief. Even the golden haired girl standing beside him nearly choked in surprise. She covered her mouth and stared at the stage, completely stunned.
Professor Bianca blinked hard. Her mouth fell open. "You can't be serious," she whispered sharply, her voice tight with shock.
But Headmaster Fledrock didn't explain.
He didn't look back.
He just turned toward the glowing pillar behind Max the silver sword emblem still shining like it meant something much bigger than any of them understood.
And then silence.
A deep, heavy silence settled over the entire hall. Not even a cough, not even a whisper.
A first year student… a House Head?
It didn't make sense.
It wasn't just shocking it was completely unheard of.
Being the head of a House at Soladors wasn't just a title. It was a symbol of respect, experience, and power. Even most professors never got that chance. And now... a student, barely past his introduction, had been given the same status if not more.
It wasn't just the students who were confused.
The professors were the most disturbed.
They stood stiffly, some with clenched jaws, others with eyes narrowed. A few looked straight at the Headmaster like they were waiting for him to say "Just kidding."
But he didn't.
And just as expected, someone finally snapped.
A sharp voice cut through the silence like a blade:
"I do not accept this decision, Headmaster Fledrock."
The speaker stood up slowly, tall and proud.
Professor Alex Blade.
Head of Orderhall.
His voice was calm but cold. Loud enough that everyone heard. Strong enough that no one missed the message.
He was challenging the Headmaster's decision.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted.
The temperature in whole hall seemed to drop. The tension grew thick. Students looked at one another nervously. Professors straightened up.
Fledrock slowly turned to face Alex, his expression unreadable.
But everyone knew this wasn't just a complaint.
This was a serious disagreement.
One that could shake the very balance of Soladors.
The hall held its breath.
Headmaster Fledrock turned to face Professor Blade, his expression calm but the quiet power behind it was unmistakable.
"Professor Blade," he said evenly. "Do you wish to challenge my authority?"
Alex Blade didn't flinch. He stood tall, arms behind his back, voice steady.
"I am saying this decision is unreasonable," he replied. "A student barely past his first words at Soladors is being placed above professors who have served this school for decades."
He looked directly at Max, then back at Fledrock.
"Respectfully, Headmaster… this will cause disorder."
A low murmur ran through the hall again. Students began whispering nervously. Some professors exchanged tense glances.
Max just stood there, frozen.
Why is this happening? I didn't ask for this. I didn't even know what Soladors was an day ago literally.
His palms were sweaty. His throat felt dry. He could feel every eye in the hall pressing down on him. The weight of the title House Head felt heavier than anything even though he didn't know what it was but from reactions around he could tell it was some big thing.
Fledrock didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
"If your concern is about order, Professor Blade," he said slowly, "then perhaps you should trust that the Book of Alignment itself made the first choice. Not me."
That statement hit hard.
The room quieted again.
Fledrock stepped forward, gaze steady.
"The Book recognized Maximus Stormhart," he continued. "Not just as a student. But as the first rightful heir of Swordhart in over 3,000 years."
He let the words sink in before adding:
"And as Headmaster of Soladors, I follow the magic that built this school. Not personal feelings."
Professor Blade held his ground. But even he couldn't argue with the Book.
Still, the look in his eyes said this isn't over.
Finally, after a tense silence, he gave a small nod and returned to his seat though not without a sharp glance toward Max.
Max didn't meet his eyes.
He was too busy trying to breathe.
His mind spun.
House Head? I was just trying to survive my first day.
And this fucking system notification are so annoying his head is literally buzzing with ding ding sounds.
He didn't look at system pannel for now Since the situation was literally soo disturbing he didn't wanted to get more disturbed.
On the other side
Some students still stared at him in awe. Others looked unsure. Some clearly didn't like what had just happened.
Even Jack looked serious now. No smirk, no joke. Just a quiet stare.
Max felt a gaze suddenly land on him . He looked up.
It was Fledrock.
"You didn't choose this," the Headmaster said quietly, just for him. "But something chose you. You may not understand it now but you will." The voice rang in max head starteling him.
Then he turned to face the crowd again.
"Let the ceremony continue."
"No, Headmaster. Not yet."
The voice came again from Professor Blade Calm but firm.
Fledrock turned to face him.
"I understand, Professor Blade," the Headmaster said, his voice gentle and collected. "And I truly respect your reaction. This decision wasn't made lightly. I've thought deeply and carefully before choosing."
The hall remained silent. No one dared interrupt.
Professor Blade stepped forward slightly. His expression was serious, but respectful.
"Headmaster… this can't be done like this," he said. "It's too sudden, and frankly, unreasonable. I cannot support this decision as it stands."
His words carried clearly across the hall.
"I believe it would be best," he continued, "to hold a proper meeting to discuss the return of this Fourth House. That way, we can decide if bringing back another house is truly good for Soladors or NOT."
He paused, then added, "And if we do accept it, we should assign someone with enough strength and experience to lead it. Not a first year student. At least... and ofcourse not until we understand what this house even is."
Some professors nodded silently in agreement.
Blade turned back to the Headmaster. "With all due respect, even you haven't explained why this House was removed from Soladors over three thousand years ago. That can't be ignored. If it was sealed and erased, something serious must have happened."
He paused again.
"I believe we should treat this matter with the rules and laws of the Arcane Council."
That line struck harder than the rest.
Now the professors were murmuring quietly. Some students leaned forward, whispering. Blade's words made sense clear, logical, and measured.
But not everyone was impressed.
Professor Bianca crossed her arms and sighed. "What a knucklehead," she muttered under her breath. She didn't know the full truth, but she could already guess how this would end.
There's a reason Fledrock is Headmaster.
Fledrock stood still, letting Blade finish.
Then he spoke calm, but firm.
"Those are fair concerns, Professor Blade," he said, voice steady. "And I expected no less from someone like you."
He took a slow step forward, his presence alone enough to draw everyone's attention.
"But let me remind you I am the Headmaster of Soladors. That position exists for a reason."
His gaze moved across the room.
"I have spent more time in these halls than most of you have been alive. I have studied deeper, seen farther, and made decisions that shaped this school. I am not claiming to be perfect but when it comes to knowledge, strength, and wisdom about Soladors... I stand at the top."
A pause.
"Unless anyone here believes they know more than I do?"
Silence. Not a single professor spoke.
Fledrock's voice didn't rise, but the weight of his words was clear.
"I do not make decisions blindly. I have my reasons. Some of them are not meant to be shared yet. But I act with full understanding of what I'm doing."
He raised a hand slightly.
"And as for the laws of the Arcane Council... Let me be clear: those laws do not apply within the walls of Soladors. People need to accept that. That kind of structure didn't even exist when the gates of Salador first began to rust."
Blade watched him in silence. He frowned not openly, but just enough to betray what he was thinking. He didn't mind the Headmaster asserting his superiority after all, Fledrock was the true. Of course he had earned that dignity.
Blade's eyes narrowed slightly at that.
He didn't mind being told the Headmaster repremanding him either. Everyone knew Fledrock was called the Living Grimoire for a reason. But to speak lightly about the Arcane Council like that? To suggest Soladors was above law and order? That rubbed him the wrong way.
That didn't sit well.
Fledrock looked directly at him now.
"And I don't think I need to be reminded about the law by anyone here," he said. "Not when I hold the title of Grand Magister of the Arcane Council myself."
That sentence hit like a thunderclap.
The professors fell completely silent.
Even the students, who didn't understand everything, could feel the weight in the air shift.
Fledrock could have said more but he didn't. He only gave Blade a kind, almost warm smile.
Blade clenched his fists, but kept his voice steady.
"My apologies, Headmaster," he said. "But I still believe an explanation is needed."
He glanced at Max briefly before returning his gaze to Fledrock.
"How can I accept a student as a House Head someone who hasn't shown any magical strength, hasn't even proven himself as a first year? And now he's being given a rank equal to mine?"
Blade drew in a breath.
"If this is truly your decision, then so be it. But if I don't receive a proper explanation for why this boy is worthy of this title... then I will step down."
His next words were clear and quiet but they hit the hall like lightning.
"I will resign as House Head of Orderhall. And as a professor of Soladors."
He gave a respectful bow, but his eyes locked with Fledrock's calm, firm, and serious.
The hall erupted in whispers and gasps.
Professors exchanged shocked looks.
Students sat up straight, stunned.
A resignation threat public, direct, and firm.
This wasn't just about one boy or one house anymore.
The fire had begun to spread.
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