The sound of quills being set down and chairs scraping back filled the hall as Professor Selvara dismissed the class. She reminded them that this had only been an introduction—later lessons would go deeper into Talents, Bloodlines, Classes, and Skills. For now, it was enough to plant the foundation.
Trafalgar walked out into the corridor alongside Zafira. Students streamed past them, their chatter buzzing in the air.
Zafira glanced at him, her grey eyes calm. "Well, I'm heading to my elective. See you later, Trafalgar."
"Yeah, see you," he answered with a short nod.
They parted ways at the next intersection, Zafira disappearing into the crowd. Trafalgar turned left, following the signs toward the practical wing of the academy. His next destination: Cooking.
His lips curved slightly at the thought.
