While the King was occupied reviewing the successful applications, the Anti-Royal faction was in an uproar. No fewer than eight of their most prominent members were now missing when they should have been in attendance at court putting on a good show. It was no big deal; upper Nobles ditched it all the time, but tomorrow morning their absence would be noted, as every one of the missing Nobles was either a minister, advisor, or deeply politically involved in the Kingdom.
"What was that new Duke's Class again? Flesh Crafter? Isn't that a life skills class? Like a cosmetic surgeon?" One of the Nobles asks his compatriots.
"Yes and No. I have heard it's a successor to the Necromancer class. They make zombie puppets and give undead buffs and their reshaping of faces. His Status said Ancient Flesh Crafter, though, so that it might be a bit special, but most of them end up working as underground surgeons for assassins and debutantes."