On her seat, Luna had received a warm congratulation from the people at the round table and had not escaped Ryle's mountain of questions. She listened to him half-heartedly as her gaze was wholly fixated on the next outstanding new senior student. Their eyes locked for a second but he avoided her first and went straight to Advanced Mage Quinn.
'It's only him who have been promoted since we won against his cousins,' Luna thought and sipped a juice from the wineglass and whispered with a glance, "He must have been more concerned about him losing first place rather than his cousins."
Ryle, noticing her heavily undivided attention followed her gaze and looked at the man in front with a raise on his brow. The man who was Illinois had received an Apprentice Class grade which was a tier lower than a Master Class but the gap in between was huge it was noticeable by many.
