Vacation

My twin and I stand together, gazing at the large orb that displays the intense battle between the seven students. A group of instructors has gathered to witness this remarkable spectacle, and I must admit that we underestimated their potential. The students' rapid progress is astonishing, and they're now effortlessly defeating the formidable Lavalons, which were initially a significant challenge.

This exam was specifically designed to test their exceptional abilities, which have far exceeded our initial expectations. Fortunately, they're no longer our responsibility; the 2nd-year instructors will take over from here. As the dawn breaks, illuminating the area, the students emerge victorious, having defeated the last Lavalon. The scene is almost surreal, with the students standing there, drenched in sweat, blood, and inards and viscera, their heavy breathing a testament to their exhaustion.

I turn to my twin, Ben, and simply say, "Ben."

He nods in understanding, acknowledging the unspoken implications. One positive aspect is that the interacademy competition in two years will be a truly epic event to behold.

*

With a mischievous grin, I scoop up a suspicious-looking fleshy white matter from my mace and hurl it towards Gregory. The slimy projectile hits him square in the face, eliciting a surprised grunt from him. Suppressing my laughter, I dart behind Tama for cover, sticking my tongue out at Gregory as I go. Tama chuckles beside me, his towering presence providing a sense of safety.

As the final moments of the grueling exam tick by, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washes over us. Surviving was the primary objective, but in a class focused on weapons and combat, we knew that active participation was inevitable. Even as long-ranged damage dealers, there were moments when we had to plunge into the fray alongside our melee-focused companions.

As a white light envelops us, signaling the end of the exam.

We materialize in the arena, surrounded by our fellow students, each bearing the marks of their own battles. But as we glance around, it's clear that our journey has left us marked in a different way. Covered in blood and grime, we appear as though we've traversed the very depths of hell itself, our appearances a testament to the trials we've endured.

A ripple of unease passes through the gathered students as they cast sidelong glances our way, perhaps sensing the intensity of our experiences throughout the year.

"It's been quite the year, hasn't it?" one of the twins remarks, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and reflection.

"You'll have a well-deserved two months off before we reconvene for the new year," the other twin adds, his tone tinged with a hint of finality. "And though some of you may not return, such is the nature of life's ever-turning wheel. Farewell."

Relief washes over me as the weight of our final exam lifts from my shoulders. All I can think about is the prospect of some much-needed rest. Ah, finally.

*

Three hours later, we find ourselves in the boss's room, a place of authority and decision-making.His bedroom. As Slate, the self proclaimed best information dealer of Tavill enters, I can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the interruption. His eyes gleam with greed, and I brace myself for what is to come.

"Thank you for asking for me," Slate begins, feigning a tone of sorrow. "You see, business has been hard of late."

I suppress an internal scoff, knowing full well Slate's penchant for theatrics. With a dismissive wave, the boss urges him to get to the point.

"Let's talk business," the boss prompts, cutting through the unnecessary pleasantries.

Slate nods eagerly, producing an orb displaying various rental properties in Valonial, tailored to the boss's preferences. My curiosity piques as Elizabeth, our treasurer, examines the options with a keen eye. She holds the responsibility of managing our finances, a task we entrusted to her with a substantial transfer of a portion of all our merits.

After a brief deliberation, the boss makes his selection. Slate, visibly thrilled, hastily takes his leave.

As the meeting concludes, the boss announces our departure from Tavill for the upcoming holidays. It seems we have the flexibility to choose our destination—whether it be home, elsewhere, or even remaining in Tavill. The boss's decision to rent a mansion for two months, ah money is amazing. A year ago I couldn't even afford a full meal, now at the exchange rate of 1 merit to 3 gold coins. I'm a millionaire. I snicker to myself, fantasizing about going to spas and pretty women giving me massages.

As we approach the edge of Tavill, anticipation courses through me. Cedric, with his magnificent wings, awaits us, ready to serve as our mode of transport. Slate stands by, a testament to the efficiency of his arrangements. With a sense of excitement mingled with awe, we climb onto Cedric's back, preparing for the journey ahead.

As Cedric takes flight, I can't help but marvel at the breathtaking sight of the clouds beneath us. The realization that Tavill floats high in the sky hits me once again, filling me with a sense of wonder.

After forty minutes of flight, we begin our descent towards our destination. My heart races as I peer down, taking in the stunning landscape below. The property where we are to spend our holidays comes into view—a picturesque oasis nestled amidst lush greenery. The stone house exudes an air of elegance, with white marble pathways winding through the landscape and a tranquil stream meandering nearby. To one side, a natural hot spring beckons, promising relaxation and rejuvenation.

Led inside by Slate, I am greeted by the warm and inviting interior of the house. The first floor boasts a spacious lounge, dining area, and a well-equipped kitchen, inviting gatherings and shared meals. Ascending to the second floor, I find four bedrooms, each offering private sanctuary and comfort. Finally, the third floor reveals the master bedroom and two additional rooms, each exuding an aura of luxury and tranquility.

Entering my assigned room on the third floor, I am met with a sense of gratitude and disbelief. It's a haven—a sanctuary I never imagined I would have the privilege of experiencing. With a sense of liberation, I discard my robes and uniform, eager to immerse myself in the comforts of my surroundings.

I sink into the plush, velvet silk bedding, relishing the sensation of the soft fabric against my skin. Exploring further, I discover a luxurious bathroom adorned with dark blue marble—a testament to the attention to detail and elegance of the property. Without hesitation, I step into the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over me, washing away the fatigue of the day and leaving me feeling renewed and invigorated.