And she had faced things like this countless times. The rude glances, insults, and quiet resentment from elite students who believed someone with her origins had no right to stand above them, no right to instruct them, no right to correct them.
They looked down on her, sometimes subtly, sometimes not, convinced that status should matter more than capability.
But there was nothing they could do about it.
Her name was Bliss.
She wasn't just an instructor of the academy. She was a knight of the kingdom, one who had proven herself on actual battlefields, one whose contributions went far beyond teaching arrogant students how to swing their weapons properly.
Her authority wasn't symbolic, and her position wasn't given out of charity. It had been earned, painfully and decisively.
The elite students could whine and groan all they wanted, could mutter complaints behind closed doors or scoff under their breath, but they couldn't strip her of her rank.
