“I’m Damien, the principal of Temila. I’m delighted to have you here.”
He was the man that she saw outside the window earlier. The folder that he was holding in his hand seemed to have been laid down on the desk. Archel gaze was glued on it.
[Admission Letter]
Archel was slightly stunned upon seeing the cover of the document. ‘Really? Admission?’
“…I’m Archel De Leire. And this is my brother, Michael De Leire, who will be entering the academy.”
After saying her greeting, Archel turned her gaze toward Gael. Gael tilted his head slightly when their gaze met. He seemed to ask if she was bewildered because it was different from what she expected.
“Alright. Lady…please take a seat.”
Demian, the principal of Temila, invited both of them to sit on the left side of the sofa and then sat down last. It was very hospitable treatment.
It was not something that the principal of a highly prestigious academy deserved to do, not to mention that it supposedly took months to get in touch with him. Besides, he wasn’t only contacted for contract signing. Considering the location of Temila Academy that was in the middle of the continent, it meant that he had departed as soon as he was contacted.
‘What on earth…’
Archel had no choice but to look at Gael again in a face full of dismay. He looked relaxed. Just like yesterday, he was seen lifting the teacup in an impeccably elegant manner. As if the name of the outlaw of the eastern sea belongs to others. At this very moment, he had completely transformed as the protector of eastern seas and eastern borders of the empire, the one and only Duke of Zenat.
“I’ve heard a lot from His Grace The Duke. Sir Michael said he’s willing to enter our academy.”
‘Why the hell did you say that so politely?’
Even if Leire County belong to the prestigious families, the principal did not have to bow his head. However, there’s no reason to reject polite treatment. Archel looked back at Michael, but he was looking somewhere else. Neither looking at the admission letter or the principal of Temila, but at Gael.
Gael responded leisurely, not avoiding his glaring gaze at all.
“…?”
‘What is he doing?’
“Lady Archel?”
Then the principal carefully called Archel again. Archel, who came into her senses, answered his question.
“That’s right. Michael wanted to enter the magic department.”
“I understand.” There were no further questions. The principal immediately opened the admission letter and put something on it. Then he looked back at Michael, “Sir. Michael.”
When his name was called, Michael looked at the principal. The principal addressed him politely although his opponent was a child.
“Have you ever used magic?”
At his question, Michael looked up at Archel as if seeking confirmation. Michael is now 13-years-old, and as the book stated, he has yet to show his magic talent.
“Am I going to be a wizard?” Michael asked Archel instead and completely ignoring the principal. The principal looked bewildered for a moment but then watched the two quietly.
Archel made eye contact with Michael as the thought swirled in her head.
‘I knew Michael’s future. No, I’m changing his future because I know Michael’s potential.’
It was told in the book. Michael was able to become a genius wizard in the whole continent, one in a thousand years. Instead of holding and hugging his sister into his death as in the book, he will be able to find a new life.
‘But I couldn’t force him if he didn’t like it.’
“If you don’t like it, you can choose other things.”
“I’ll do it if my sister tells me to.” Michael then turned his head. When he made eye contact, the principal lowered his head with a visibly reassuring expression.
“Sir Michael, have you ever used magic?” Michael shook his head at his question, “No.”
The principal seemed to hesitate a little at his confident remark. But then he seemed to discern the matter right away. As the wizard career was prosperous, there were many who wanted to raise their children as wizards. He seemed to think that Michael was one of them.
“Then, Michael De Leire will be a freshman in the magic department of Temila Academy starting this semester.”
He pushed the document to Archel. There are few empty signature slots and a pen was placed neatly next to it.
“Temila students are prohibited to meet outsiders until they graduate, except for certain periods of time. Of course, you cannot visit your mansion.”
Michael was hesitating at his explanation, but Archel was already aware of that. Because in her mind, there’s no better place for Michael than that. A place that is completely desolate from the outside. Doesn’t it mean that it’s a place where people who want to covet the Leire’s legacy cannot even dare to reach out?
“I don’t want it then.” But Michael seemed to be dissatisfied. Archel, who opened her eyes wide at his sudden remark, turned to Michael.
“Michael?”
He’s still young, is that why he doesn’t want to be separated from his family? It was when Archel looked at Michael, a low-voice rang from one side.
“Are you whining? A child is a child indeed.” That was Gael’s voice. Michael and Archel’s eyes turned to him. Gael’s deep blue eyes were glued on Michael.
“Because of her foolish younger brother who doesn’t even know what his sister has to pay in return for sending him to the academy. It’s a waste of a marriage.” He smiled sarcastically. It was a clear provocation. It almost felt like he was putting some emotion in it.
‘Why? Have you two ever met in my absence?’
‘But, was Gael Von Zenat such a free-man enough to feel attached to a 13-years-old?’ Archel was puzzled and shortly after her question was quickly answered.
“From the start, you’ve been glaring at me with fierce eyes.” Tak-! Gael put down his cup and tilted his head, “So was it not a beast cub, but only a puppy?”
“..”
Michael was silent. Instead, a small fist clenched tightly. Archel witnessed her brother’s unusual behavior in agape.
‘Michael, you glared at Gael?’
“If a puppy bites me, will I get scratched?” Gael took the pen next to the admission papers. He gave strength to his hand while supporting the center of the pen with his index finger.
*Scribble* A small sound resonated in the room. The pen was still intact, but if he put a little more force, the pen would surely break.
“If you want to dump your chance and stay as a puppy, that’s fine. Zenat doesn’t have a place for a puppy.”
At his provocation, Michael pulled the paper roughly and placed it in front of him. Then he silently took the pen next to it.
“…Are you going to enter the academy?” The principal who was puzzled by what just happened, asked while wiping out his cold sweat. Michael nodded and signed. The name ‘Michael’ was written in neat handwriting.
Are you sure you’re okay? Archel looking alternatively between Michael and Gael. Those two would growling and refused to look at each other.
“Then please sign here.” The principal’s voice still trembled because he was nervous. Archel looked at Michael again before signing for confirmation. His decision to enter the academy remained unchanged, Michael firmly nodded with his lips tightly closed.
“…”
*Scribble* the sound of a pen ran in the drawing-room once again.
[Guardian Archel De Leire]
It was when she had finished writing her name with the pen. The principal asked with a cautious voice.
“….Please excuse my rudeness, but how should I know the relationship between The Duke of Zenat and the new student?”
Archel’s pen halted.
It was then.
At that time, Gael, who suddenly came to her side, inclined his head over her shoulder. Hot breath touched her ears. His hand covered her hand that held the pen and gently led her hand and crossed the name ‘De Leire’ on the paper.
[Guardian Archel Von Zenat]
Archel could only stare at the name in shock. Gael’s smooth voice rang in the drawing-room.
“He is my wife’s brother.”
The principal’s eyes have grown wide too.
“I’m Damien, the principal of Temila. I’m delighted to have you here.”
He was the man that she saw outside the window earlier. The folder that he was holding in his hand seemed to have been laid down on the desk. Archel gaze was glued on it.
[Admission Letter]
Archel was slightly stunned upon seeing the cover of the document. ‘Really? Admission?’
“…I’m Archel De Leire. And this is my brother, Michael De Leire, who will be entering the academy.”
After saying her greeting, Archel turned her gaze toward Gael. Gael tilted his head slightly when their gaze met. He seemed to ask if she was bewildered because it was different from what she expected.
“Alright. Lady…please take a seat.”
Demian, the principal of Temila, invited both of them to sit on the left side of the sofa and then sat down last. It was very hospitable treatment.
It was not something that the principal of a highly prestigious academy deserved to do, not to mention that it supposedly took months to get in touch with him. Besides, he wasn’t only contacted for contract signing. Considering the location of Temila Academy that was in the middle of the continent, it meant that he had departed as soon as he was contacted.
‘What on earth…’
Archel had no choice but to look at Gael again in a face full of dismay. He looked relaxed. Just like yesterday, he was seen lifting the teacup in an impeccably elegant manner. As if the name of the outlaw of the eastern sea belongs to others. At this very moment, he had completely transformed as the protector of eastern seas and eastern borders of the empire, the one and only Duke of Zenat.
“I’ve heard a lot from His Grace The Duke. Sir Michael said he’s willing to enter our academy.”
‘Why the hell did you say that so politely?’
Even if Leire County belong to the prestigious families, the principal did not have to bow his head. However, there’s no reason to reject polite treatment. Archel looked back at Michael, but he was looking somewhere else. Neither looking at the admission letter or the principal of Temila, but at Gael.
Gael responded leisurely, not avoiding his glaring gaze at all.
“…?”
‘What is he doing?’
“Lady Archel?”
Then the principal carefully called Archel again. Archel, who came into her senses, answered his question.
“That’s right. Michael wanted to enter the magic department.”
“I understand.” There were no further questions. The principal immediately opened the admission letter and put something on it. Then he looked back at Michael, “Sir. Michael.”
When his name was called, Michael looked at the principal. The principal addressed him politely although his opponent was a child.
“Have you ever used magic?”
At his question, Michael looked up at Archel as if seeking confirmation. Michael is now 13-years-old, and as the book stated, he has yet to show his magic talent.
“Am I going to be a wizard?” Michael asked Archel instead and completely ignoring the principal. The principal looked bewildered for a moment but then watched the two quietly.
Archel made eye contact with Michael as the thought swirled in her head.
‘I knew Michael’s future. No, I’m changing his future because I know Michael’s potential.’
It was told in the book. Michael was able to become a genius wizard in the whole continent, one in a thousand years. Instead of holding and hugging his sister into his death as in the book, he will be able to find a new life.
‘But I couldn’t force him if he didn’t like it.’
“If you don’t like it, you can choose other things.”
“I’ll do it if my sister tells me to.” Michael then turned his head. When he made eye contact, the principal lowered his head with a visibly reassuring expression.
“Sir Michael, have you ever used magic?” Michael shook his head at his question, “No.”
The principal seemed to hesitate a little at his confident remark. But then he seemed to discern the matter right away. As the wizard career was prosperous, there were many who wanted to raise their children as wizards. He seemed to think that Michael was one of them.
“Then, Michael De Leire will be a freshman in the magic department of Temila Academy starting this semester.”
He pushed the document to Archel. There are few empty signature slots and a pen was placed neatly next to it.
“Temila students are prohibited to meet outsiders until they graduate, except for certain periods of time. Of course, you cannot visit your mansion.”
Michael was hesitating at his explanation, but Archel was already aware of that. Because in her mind, there’s no better place for Michael than that. A place that is completely desolate from the outside. Doesn’t it mean that it’s a place where people who want to covet the Leire’s legacy cannot even dare to reach out?
“I don’t want it then.” But Michael seemed to be dissatisfied. Archel, who opened her eyes wide at his sudden remark, turned to Michael.
“Michael?”
He’s still young, is that why he doesn’t want to be separated from his family? It was when Archel looked at Michael, a low-voice rang from one side.
“Are you whining? A child is a child indeed.” That was Gael’s voice. Michael and Archel’s eyes turned to him. Gael’s deep blue eyes were glued on Michael.
“Because of her foolish younger brother who doesn’t even know what his sister has to pay in return for sending him to the academy. It’s a waste of a marriage.” He smiled sarcastically. It was a clear provocation. It almost felt like he was putting some emotion in it.
‘Why? Have you two ever met in my absence?’
‘But, was Gael Von Zenat such a free-man enough to feel attached to a 13-years-old?’ Archel was puzzled and shortly after her question was quickly answered.
“From the start, you’ve been glaring at me with fierce eyes.” Tak-! Gael put down his cup and tilted his head, “So was it not a beast cub, but only a puppy?”
“..”
Michael was silent. Instead, a small fist clenched tightly. Archel witnessed her brother’s unusual behavior in agape.
‘Michael, you glared at Gael?’
“If a puppy bites me, will I get scratched?” Gael took the pen next to the admission papers. He gave strength to his hand while supporting the center of the pen with his index finger.
*Scribble* A small sound resonated in the room. The pen was still intact, but if he put a little more force, the pen would surely break.
“If you want to dump your chance and stay as a puppy, that’s fine. Zenat doesn’t have a place for a puppy.”
At his provocation, Michael pulled the paper roughly and placed it in front of him. Then he silently took the pen next to it.
“…Are you going to enter the academy?” The principal who was puzzled by what just happened, asked while wiping out his cold sweat. Michael nodded and signed. The name ‘Michael’ was written in neat handwriting.
Are you sure you’re okay? Archel looking alternatively between Michael and Gael. Those two would growling and refused to look at each other.
“Then please sign here.” The principal’s voice still trembled because he was nervous. Archel looked at Michael again before signing for confirmation. His decision to enter the academy remained unchanged, Michael firmly nodded with his lips tightly closed.
“…”
*Scribble* the sound of a pen ran in the drawing-room once again.
[Guardian Archel De Leire]
It was when she had finished writing her name with the pen. The principal asked with a cautious voice.
“….Please excuse my rudeness, but how should I know the relationship between The Duke of Zenat and the new student?”
Archel’s pen halted.
It was then.
At that time, Gael, who suddenly came to her side, inclined his head over her shoulder. Hot breath touched her ears. His hand covered her hand that held the pen and gently led her hand and crossed the name ‘De Leire’ on the paper.
[Guardian Archel Von Zenat]
Archel could only stare at the name in shock. Gael’s smooth voice rang in the drawing-room.
“He is my wife’s brother.”
The principal’s eyes have grown wide too.
