Yesterday was a disaster in every sense.
First, the speech I had been preparing for an entire day got hijacked by the synchronization with the real Deculein. His emotions bled through my words and turned my carefully planned performance into something uncomfortably genuine.
Then came the classes.
Advanced magic theory and its historical origins. A separate lecture dedicated entirely to the weaknesses between polar opposite affinities and classes.
Every single subject was the equivalent of science and math crammed into one brutal session. Or to put it more accurately, it was far worse than both combined.
Everything went straight above my head.
And the stares. Everywhere I walked, eyes followed. Pitiful ones. Curious ones. Judgmental ones. It was pissing me off so much that I barely managed to hold myself back from beating the face off one punchable looking student whose expression alone made me want to commit violence.
