Noah took a slow breath, calming himself.
The thought was absurd.
Cecilia couldn't be the Lady in Dark. She had no trace of abyssal essence.
He'd felt her mana before, and it was clean, not to mention bright.
Nothing about it bore that suffocating, oily pressure the Lady carried.
Besides, she'd saved his life more than once. She'd risked her position for him. If he started doubting her, then who was left to trust?
He forced the tension from his shoulders and smiled.
"Actually, Professor," he said, leaning back into his seat, "I came to discuss something else."
Cecilia looked up from the stack of papers on her desk, her expression knowing. "Your schedule?"
He nodded. "Pedigree & Etiquette. And Diplomacy & Rhetoric. I was wondering if we could… maybe remove them."
Cecilia arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. "Remove them? After all the trouble I went through to make sure you got them?"
