The door at the far end of the room creaked open. A man with red-brown hair stepped in, his face sour and stormy.
The room was filled with books and scattered parchments, dimly lit by a few faint lamps. But the gloom didn't seem to bother him.
He walked toward a desk near another door, muttering under his breath.
"An elf from Swargaloka Province? There are plenty of nomadic elf tribes around Nomazon. Why wasn't one of them ranked first?" He scoffed. "Swargaloka again. Always Swargaloka! Damn humans."
He slumped into the chair behind the desk, the nameplate at the edge reading: Assistant Professor Rucian Ophio.
"Once I become the main advisory for Class S, I'll show them their proper place. My class won't be filled with those weaklings from Swargaloka."
A sly smile crept across his lips.
His gaze shifted toward the side door bearing a brass plaque: Professor Tito Strigi.
"After this, I'll be a full professor too. No more bowing down to that blasted owl."
