Imperial Academy [3]

Lectures continued from then.

Brandon sat at the back. For some reason, he was instructed to sit next to Claire.

The two hadn't had a conversation in over a year. Despite the fact that the others approached him, Claire didn't.

Amy as well. However, it couldn't be helped. Before he left the combat hall, it was Amy's turn to duel.

The current class was magic theory.

The instructor walked around the podium. Even while there was a new student, he held no regards to it, and carried on with his lecture as if it was a regular day.

But during the moment, Brandon and Claire exchanged messages.

—I heard you and Rachel made out.

—Huh?

What the fuck.

—Sorry, that was a tpyo. I meant, 'made up.'

—Oh, yeah. We did. You mean typo, right?

For some reason, Claire kept on making typos. She was like that in the past, but it seems like she hadn't changed that habit of hers.