"Laxel Rowenberg! Demian Maxwell! Go to the Headmaster's office!" Mr. Ortish yelled out across the field where the students were practicing their swordsmanship.
Demian walked over to where the weapons were kept and put his sword back in. He was a little disheartened that he couldn't practice a little longer. It felt so nice to finally be able to move his body however he pleased and to finally be free from that darkness where he was unable to have much conscious thought.
"One interruption after another," Laxel grumbled as he, too, placed his sword back. "I still don't understand what the Headmaster meant by that. How did we get Merona in us. I would have known if I had Merona in me since it's poisonous." Laxel's grumbling proved to Demian just how much of an imbecile he was.
Demian walked out of the training grounds, ignoring Laxel's mumblings.
