The scrape of benches quieted as Professor Thalverin walked into the hall with a girl following behind. Students stood quickly, though a cluster of nobles remained seated. Among them, Vencian and Elíasstayed still.
Vencian's eyes were on the folded paper in his hand. The name on it had not left his mind since he had read it. Roselys Marendil.
That surname…
The answer came to him immediately without effort.
The High Preceptor's daughter?
He finally tore his gaze from the document to the front. The professor's assistant set chalk and ledger on the desk. Elías leaned closer, voice lowered. "See her? Roselys Marendil. She's the one who wrote that hypothesis." He gestured at the paper.
Vencian's glance moved toward her. Their eyes met for a brief instant before he broke it with practiced ease, making it seem like nothing.
Well, that certainly escalated quickly.
