Alistair let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper of pure joy.
Even though he care about the stickers and his ruined hair, he felt as though he had found the Holy Grail, the ultimate, perfect, model student he had dreamed of mentoring his entire life!
For the next four hours, the library transformed into an intense, rapid-fire, high-level university seminar.
Alistair was pacing the room, his robes swirling, furiously drawing complex economic graphs and historical timelines on the chalkboard.
Seraphina was firing back counter-arguments, challenging his fiscal theories, and actively debating the logistical flaws in the Emperor's taxation policies.
They were so absorbed in their academic sparring that they completely failed to notice the heavy oak doors of the library cracking open.
***
Standing in the hallway, peering through the gap in the doors, were Duke Kaelus, Sebastian, and Sir Lucas.
