Chapter 90: Spread like Wildfire
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The academy day passed slower than usual. After the announcement of Class 1-D's point crisis, most students were restless. The whispers in the halls, already noisy, had turned heavier in tone. The same subject was traveling from ear to ear at an even faster pace, carrying shadows behind it, just like a wildfire.
At the heart of it was Amelia.
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In the faculty offices, Professor Garron sat behind his desk, quill scratching over parchment. He was a man with thinning hair tied back into a rough tail, his features sharp and his eyes narrow. His reputation among students was not stellar—many found his lectures boring and his "casual humor" and stares uncomfortable—but among staff, he was known for ambition.
He had just finished writing a report to the student council. The title at the top was simple but suggestive:
"Observation Report: Suspicious Irregularities – Mage Amelia."
