The door had been tightly closed by Isaac. He walked towards the classroom. Taught by real knights. However, Isaac was not interested. He passed every side of the building. There are so many pillars that stick together and have a fixed pattern. Hear the chirping of birds perched on the tree. Some students are discussing a tree. Feel the comfort that is so obvious. To the extent they ignore the people around them.
Both eyeballs glanced sharply at the building beside Issac. Pick up a book on a rebuttal pole, close to the sun. Issac checked whether the water had seeped into the writing or not. His fingers touched the surface of the paper. When connected, it still feels wet. But that's not a problem. Isaac closed his eyes. Turning every existing page. The surface of the paper is getting sticky. Some were exposed to spills from sewage water.
Heavy breath. Rub any surface that is already wet and sticky. If only Isaac had learned to use his elemental magic. However, time and place did not allow it. Until Isaac had to go to the library during recess. It was only up to five minutes. The rest, bitterness, and misfortune continued to await in Issac's life.
Every corridor that Isaac passed began to open. The previously opaque window began to shine sunlight on the silver-haired man. Isaac moved to the right. Avoid sunlight. As he walked, the silver-haired boy thought about the words Tristan had said to him.
~o0o~
Every page Tristan Carr read, he constantly checked Isaac's test scores. Numbers and letters continue to dwell, showing unsatisfactory results. Especially almost all fields except two subjects. Namely mysticology or mythology and history created by God Ila.
Snoring from the nasal cavity. Opens every page that is there. Touch the paper surface and thick. Two fairies were with him, lighting a candle. A strong gust of wind from behind Tristan had obscured Issac's vision. He was in an unknown room.
An empty place with no occupants except Issac, Tristan, and a bunch of fairies, spread to every corner of the room. Shows the result of the score to the silver-haired man. Tristan is wearing a pair of left-lens glasses. The sound of serrations on the right side.
Tristan blinked twice, the flickering left his surroundings disorganized and aimless. A circle adorned the one around it. The points of a process are spread out to cover three pieces. In the middle, dots are flashing continuously. Tristan picked up a piece of paper. Hold it right in the middle. Instantly, the paper turned into a number and the writing of one of the teachers concerned. Tristan's eyes read quickly. Then, he cleared his throat.
"Issac, did you ever think that history and mysticology were the minor subjects I've ever learned?" Tristan asked.
"Is there anything wrong with that? Have I ever given you a problem?" asked Isaac back.
Tristan muttered long. He didn't want to think to Isaac about what he had just witnessed being confidential.
"You think I don't know? Every subject the teacher gives you, you are always silent and don't give a good response. Not only that. When Patrick, the alchemy teacher, asks you a question, you simply say, 'I don't know.' And so on until people laugh at you. I was wondering if my decision to take you to school was the right one?" said Tristan in amazement.
Issac only responded by shrugging his shoulders. Confused to answer Tristan's words. He sat with his fingers played with, squeezing it as hard as he could. His eyes blinked rapidly. Inhale quickly without being felt around him.
The fairies flap their wings. Checking Isaac's health condition. From head to toe. Nothing strange happened. They retreated behind Tristan's head. Close ear to him. Whispering something to respond by lowering the paper and glasses on the table. Tristan turned to the fairies, smiling a faint smile. The light shone brightly, and the particles scattered on the table. Causing Tristan to feel the effects of magic within him. He took something from the middle drawer. The left hand quickly opened the small tube cover in the sealed state. His two fingers outstretched, and he touched a small stick made of cotton to the palm of his right hand. Tristan did it three times until he was satisfied. Then, he put it in a small tube. Showing results on Isaac.
"Try to answer your question. Do you know what's in that canister?" Tristan asked.
"Fairy powder isn't it?" replied Isaac.
"Right. But this powder comes from Nightjelly, a flower as a material for making burn medicine. If we mix well, it will produce good and priceless materials. Unfortunately, this powder has a problem."
Tristan immediately shuffled the powder in the tube. His left hand continued to shake until the foam came out. The glass particles started to break. Regarding the wood surface. The longer, the more profound. Isaac frowned.
"The powder turns into a hazardous substance. And it can blister on any surface. Iron, wood, glass, and others. If we dose too much or use this as an explosive, our body will die. And that is something illegal and not allowed while in school."
"That's why you asked me to make potions during Professor Patrick's lesson?"
"It's not just Patrick. You have to understand all teachers very well what their character is like. Do not miss a science without doing the experiment process. Look for something that might be useful in your life. You don't have to be a scientist, knight, magician, or anything else. As long as you have a dream, chase it and reach it to the end of the sky," said Tristan.
A long mutter from Isaac's mouth. His fingers touched his hairy chin. Those words could not move Isaac's heart, at least the silver-haired male took good care of the human side. Isaac's first steps have been taken. His eyes were in shock.
"Somehow, I feel wasted for your words Professor Tristan," Isaac muttered.
Tristan's crunchy laugh. He did not expect to get the nickname, Professor. Even though he has not taken the exam to become a high-level teacher. Above Isaac, the roof of the sky turned. Tens of thousands of stars shine on each of the surrounding points.
Finally, the consultation session ended. It was already 12:55 in the afternoon. Isaac took a deep breath. His body trembled, and the hairs on his neck stood up straight. Five fairies brought a drink of water.
"Thank you," said Issac smiling at them after being brought.
Tristan looked up. Write something under the paper. In the Epuni language, he has done it. Marking an article that Isaac will be allowed to be able to take an entrance test for 6 months. Otherwise, he will be expelled from the Daponia academy school.
Two doors from opposite sides had opened, allowing Issac to leave the room without a word. And the silver-haired youth received the cover of respect and carried a wand in his pocket. The door squeaks back. Indicates that the door has been closed.
~o0o~
The journey to the classroom did not take long; as long as he could figure out one room, it was more than enough. In fact, this is not the case.
Three girls her age slapped a girl with blonde hair multiple times. All three women have braids of hair that are ponytailed on all three sides. The second woman was big; everywhere, she carried a black stick curved in the middle. Gripped tightly towards the blonde-haired girl. While the third has white hair, but both eyes have green hair, and there are blackheads on his nose. Has a height of 160 centimeters. She is pulling her hair for no reason.
"Loser, quickly hand over the 100 Mogals to us. Otherwise, you will know the consequences."
"Please… I don't have any more money to buy food," sobbed the blonde-haired girl on her knees. "I'll do anything if it doesn't take my money."
"Noisy!" a hard slap landed on the blonde-haired girl's right cheek.
He groaned in pain. Tears broke down his cheeks. His legs were limp, unable to stand up. A third woman approached him. Grabbing harder than before, accompanied by sharp gazes and expressions of disdain towards him. The sobs didn't just stop. Both arms and other limbs were surrendered to the treatment by the third woman.
"Come on, Miss Sapphire, we have to go. The longer it is here, the more unwanted things will trigger."
A nod of the head from the third woman named Sapphire. A sharp glance at the blonde-haired girl. He pushed as hard as he could until the distance was vast. Sapphire's fingers signaled them to stay away from him. Random footsteps without looking back. Then he turned around again, quickening his footsteps towards the blonde-haired girl. Sapphire gripped her cheek tightly. Glancing sharply while looking at his disgusting face. His lips approached the blonde-haired girl's ear holes.
"Tomorrow, meet me at 4 am in the schoolyard. And bring your valuables to us. If you don't, get ready. You'll be crushed right then and there! Is that understandable?"
The blonde-haired girl nodded quickly and repeatedly. Sapphire tossed him a fake ID. Written by Joddie Hopkins and Taylor Stone. The first and second women are referred to by Sapphire. In addition, the 160-centimeter tall female stared at the black robe figure to leave. And he took the hint. Finally, the three of them left the blonde-haired girl. Far away and away without looking back. The sound of sobs was ignored by him. Stepping on their feet with stern expressions.
On the other hand, Issac hid behind the doorways. Listen and peek at the event carefully. Then, he hid in the shadows. Passed by Sapphire and his gang. There was only a fireplace torch that lit suddenly. Issac intended not to interrupt their meeting. The problem is the torch is lit indirectly.
His palm touched the cone part. The black color with heat in it. Curious, Isaac turned around. Towards a path of darkness. Not to be missed, a silver-haired youth was holding a torch. The palm of his left hand gripped it, making sure as hard as it could to withstand the heat generated. The sound of silence began to be felt and eerie. Step by step, Isaac moved until his shoes rubbed lightly. Glancing around when space is limited.
"Hello… is there anyone?" mumbled Isaac.
Of course, it was the dumbest decision that crossed Isaac's mind. But how else. The silver-haired man didn't want to have the same fate as himself. When he tried to find out, he got insults and stone-throwing at Issac. Since then, he did not dare to go there.
However, this time the situation was different. Issac ventured to change. Little by little. Isaac pulled out his wand until his right palm groped the sky. But there is no change from him. Finally, Isaac continued to walk cautiously.
Until he stood a rectangular door. Has a strange ornament on the gate. Tree roots cover the writing of the Epuni language. The gate stood firm. The arch began to narrow indirectly when Issac stepped close to the door. In the center is a large ring made of an unknown ferrous metal. Feels heavy and difficult to swing. So is the wood. Its surface is thicker than an ordinary tree, so Isaac took a deep breath and pushed the door. How shocked Issac saw a unique and terrible sight in turn.
~o0o~
Meanwhile, a uniformed man was leaning against the side wall from a distance. Smiling when there is an exit. Shows five students screaming in fear. Only he could hear the shrill screams coming into his ear canal. The name tag was written, Reynold.
"A student has entered a mysterious dungeon, huh? Interesting! Do you think he is strong or not?" mumbled Reynolds breaking away from the wall.
Ignoring the hysterical screams for help, Reynold walked toward the classroom. Pretending not to hear any sound except for a few students busy talking. One of the students just came out of the portal, screaming for help desperately.