The class was fun. The professor neither leaned into a particular belief nor elevated any one above the others, instead presenting all historical scholars within the context of their time. This impartiality was already more mature than many professors Damian had encountered during his university days. Truly, more education did not necessarily equate to better character at all.
The class lasted an hour, and by the end, Damian knew he would enjoy it—at least this one class. Though, much would depend on the topic of the day. The session concluded with the soft chime of enchanted wind chimes near the windows. They seemed to ring every hour, adding a charming touch. Though this world had clocks—some even bizarre contraptions that Damian once purchased from Sam and Anthony—the academy seemed to rely on simple enchanted bells-their own creation, a more cost-effective choice. Despite the Highswords' well-filled coffers, efficiency still reigned.
