Lilith Astranova left Damon at his training ground, her thoughts churning as she walked away. She hadn't come to suspect him initially; her original purpose was to reprimand him for using academy equipment without proper authorization. Yet, the moment he saw her, his reaction gave her pause.
He was cautious, deliberate. Too deliberate.
She smiled faintly, her mind replaying their encounter.
"Damon Grey, the academy's weakest student. The boy who received a golden ticket from Seras Blade herself," she murmured.
His name had circulated among the faculty and student body. In the beginning, the professors had placed high expectations on him, believing the ticket symbolized hidden potential. But by the quarter-semester evaluations, those expectations had waned. Damon's mana pool was pitiful, his combat skills unimpressive, and his overall abilities underwhelming.
"There were simply no redeeming qualities," Lilith mused, her voice tinged with curiosity.
