That evening, Roland met with Froya, Skord, and Yvonne and told them the good news about his upcoming promotion.
Skord was utterly stunned, like a quail frightened by thunder and lightning.
Yvonne's little mouth hung open as well, disbelief written all over her face.
This...
They were still classmates right now.
And in the blink of an eye, they would have to address him as Instructor Roland?
They knew nothing about the cultivation world's rule of rising a generation in seniority with each advancement, but such things were commonplace in the arcane world.
Froya had expected this, but it still dealt her quite a blow. "You really are...
Too fast. Far too fast!"
She had struggled for years just to catch a glimpse of hope for promotion.
And Roland? He was already about to become a lecturer!
Only that rank qualified someone to teach classes. The news His Excellency Ovesto had shared had already implied that Roland would become a lecturer at the very least.
What was that? He had also said this track had no rigid requirements like mage levels, so advancement was quick?
Like hell I believe you! That rotten old man is up to no good!
Froya shook her head with a wry smile. "Actually, the moment your Morningstar Award was announced, this became inevitable. It looks like you really will be taking off soon, Roland, so let me wish you a bright future and a successful career in advance."
She paused there, then added, "Since everyone is here, I have something to tell you too. My work assignments are going to change."
"What kind of change?" the three asked curiously.
"Our tower has greatly expanded recruitment for this year's graduating class and admitted thirty new students.
That's still very few compared with other public mage towers,