The Department of Creation's academic building had been destroyed by a third at the hands of the Fourth Magician. Even Lord Baruelleta, one of the Three Great Aristocrats, had died. This was undoubtedly earth-shattering news within the Clock Tower.
Even an insignificant figure like Waver Velvet found his life affected by it.
His mentor, Lord El-Melloi, had recently been running himself ragged over matters concerning the Department of Creation and its Lord, leaving him with no time at all to teach them.
Thus, Waver and his classmates could only remain in the classroom each day for self-study, or have other magi fill in to teach them a few lessons.
"Hey, Waver." The voice of his troublesome friend sounded beside the diligently studying Waver. "Wouldn't it be great if we got a chance to get to know those two beautiful sisters who audited our class last time?"
"If I were you, I wouldn't think that way." Waver looked up and glanced at his friend. "Do you remember that unlucky guy who stood outside the classroom door all afternoon last time? He was obviously attacked by a fairly high-level Mystic Eye. I don't want to suddenly turn into a stone one day for no reason, so no matter how pretty that girl is, I don't want to get near her."
"Ah, you really are such a boring guy with no dreams, Waver." Melvin shook his head and patted Waver's shoulder with a sigh. "Most magi who possess Mystic Eyes come from extremely powerful magecraft families. If we could establish a connection with them, it would definitely be good for our prospects."
"Dreams are wonderful, but reality is cruel." Waver shook his head helplessly. "Rather than daydreaming here, you should work on improving yourself, Melvin."
"Besides, as a Trambelio, why would you even