"Don't tell me you've skipped all your classes up until now?" James asked, raising an eyebrow in genuine surprise.
Angel, seated beside him, shook her head. "I don't skip all classes, just the practical ones. Fighting's not really my thing. But I do attend some classes—like History. That one's not boring."
"History, huh? Do you happen to know a professor named Norman Columbus?" James leaned in slightly, interested.
Angel nodded. "Yeah, he's my History professor."
James let out a sharp laugh. "This has got to be fate!"
It was the teacher he had to kidnap to brainwash before giving the empty body to Gin after all.
At that moment, the two sat comfortably in one of the hidden nooks of the Ocryphia Academy, widely regarded as the best in the Auarion. Both Angel and James, Elite students of the academy, were shamelessly skipping their classes while enjoying the rare tranquility of their shared spot.
