Inside the administrative office, the main professors of the academy sat around a round table, staring at me.
Professor Vanitas Caster scrolled through his tablet before locking eyes with me. "Allen Vanderbilt, right?"
That's what I just said.
I nodded. "Yes, sir. Allen, at your service."
He exhaled deeply. "Cadet, do you know why we called you here?"
"No," I replied plainly.
"Can you make a guess?"
"No," I answered again.
Vanitas's eyebrow twitched. "Why can't you make a simple guess?"
I could easily tell him it was because I didn't understand the context of the whole situation.
It was definitely not to commend me for saving Alex, so I had no other guesses.
"I can't begin to grasp your intellect, professor."
The white-haired man clenched his jaw. "You're a real troublemaker."
He tapped his finger against the table and turned to an old professor. "You were the one who wanted him, old man, so speak."
