The bright purple light streamed across the glass window, casting onto the lectern and illuminating a slowly flipping magic book.
It was the history lesson on magic curses.
Standing on the stage was an old Flame Demon scholar, whose voice sounded like breaking lava bubbles, occasionally spitting out droplets that burned awake the sleepy students.
"...During the decisive battle between the Netherworld and the surface humans for the Blood Red Wilderness, a noble Blood Race noble turned the tide. It so happens that this gentleman's great-great-great-granddaughter is in this class. Let's invite her—"
As he spoke, he cast expectant eyes at Vivian, who was sleeping with her eyes open.
No response for a while.
Heneviet quietly nudged Vivian's arm, and the sleeping Vivian raised her head drowsily, the crystal bubble hanging from the corner of her mouth popped with a "pop," finally waking her.
