Not caring

Currently inside the Principals office. Van was there to deliver some gifts to the old man. The principal was a gentle soul who always wore the same clothing, a tattered long white robe. He was an old man with a white beard that reached his waist and behind his round circle classes, he had wrinkles around his eyes that showed his age.

Van always found it strange that principal Harvey decided to keep up this appearance. He was a powerful Mage and was sure that he knew a spell or two to look younger. But for some reason, Harvey had decided to stay the way he was.

In return for Van's gifts, Harvey had given Van a pile of fruit but before he had left, Harvey had to say something.

"Van, I shall ask you one more time, are you sure everything is going okay at the academy?"

"Yes," Van replied.

"You do know that me and your mother are close, it's thanks to her that Roland could have even been built in this city. Your mother is worried about you."