The four familiar magus and the newly-acquainted Grand Magus Silas would be the mentors of elite class 7 for the next year. In the midst of the group of acolytes, Emery wore a pondering expression, wondering whether the character of Grand Magus Silas was the same as Grand Magus Aimon or not.
In the meantime, Magus Minerva gave Grand Magus Silas the chromatic cube the Magus Academy used. As soon as the man touched it, a panel of information appeared for him to read.
The moment his eyes swept through the contents, Emery and the others could clearly see the progression of Grand Magus Silas' facial expressions.
"42 acolytes!" said Grand Magus Silas loudly, almost to the point of roaring.
The sourest expression Emery could ever imagine appeared on the grand magus' face, as the latter continued to read.
"What's with this class?!!" roared Grand Magus Silas. "This is the worst elite class I've ever seen!"
