The next day a carriage from the academy arrived, carrying the Sol's new tutor, a Veil Blade who happened to be a magic knight as well.
Leaving his mansion, Sol noticed the Veil blade master standing in next to the carriage, patiently waiting for his arrival. The lady was tall and wiry, so rough, it was difficult to view her as a woman. Her face was marked by faint scars that crossed her high cheekbones and chin and her long black hair was tied back, streaks of silver running through it.
Sol noticed her piercing amber eyes following his figure as if she was evaluating him as well.
"Damon Ross?" The lady asked in an impatient tone.
"Correct, my Lady." Sol cupped his fists and bowed respectfully.
The harsh look in the eyes of the woman softened at the sight of this. She was used to dealing with rude nobles who thought their status and backing meant the world so it was refreshing to see a well-mannered youth with immense talent.
