A grape sat in the palm of Kevin's hand, continuing to narrate the message conveyed by Lyle and the current predicament. Kevin listened intently, his other hand twirling the ring, studying it closely. The eyeball on top stared dead at him, the tiny writhing tendrils around the edges made it resemble a sinister little sun.
"Ever since Lyle became a Necromancer, his style has completely changed."
"Lord Lyle, to my knowledge, has always been like this at the academy."
"Oh, is that so? I knew that kid Lyle was full of surprises, truly worthy of being my brother."
Kevin dusted off his clothes and emerged from a hidden spot, "Come on, let's take this opportunity to have a good look at another side of Lyle, the Magic Academy of Andrei."
"Andrei... might not be what you imagine, Mr. Kevin."
"Of course, I know. If the Magic Academy was within the realm of my imagination, then it wouldn't be magical at all. I am aware it's a Spirit Summoning Studies academy, don't worry, I'm prepared."
