The first day for Kizen’s new students was over. Before heading home, the first-year professors gathered in the break room, sipping tea and discussing the new arrivals. “Meirin Villenne was better than expected. She concocted a Shanif poison on the first day!” “That bloodline is really something, isn’t it? All seven of the children are outstanding!” “What about the official heir of the Ivory Tower?” “You mean Serne? Do you even need to ask? The Ivory Tower had every reason to be so confident.”