Every plate had been cleared, cleaned, and sucked into the wind array.
The tables sunk into the floor below them mystically and now every student of Ruloy was standing and chattering away in an empty Grand Hall.
Julius still struggled to shake off the headmaster having the exact same look as God and his nerves were tingling wildly.
Yevian had been dumbfounded and confused ever since Julius had taught him rock-paper-scissors and was muttering away to himself mindlessly next to Julius.
Eventually, the same butler that had assisted in the Combat Dueling class came to the front of the hall. The stage at the front made it so every student could just about see him.
He still had the same grainy golden mask covering his face, but wisps of his aged grey hair still sludged behind it.
He coughed as a teacher used some odd magic to amplify his voice as the Headmaster had.
