The Academy I

"I wouldn't say they're famous but I've heard word of them here and there," I went along with him and replied.

"Then you must have also heard of their heir being in the academy, right?"

[Intuition: Noir is obsessed with gossip, it leads him into trouble often.]

'A skill that acts on its own? Seems useful though,' I thought to myself.

"You mean, Victor De Auguste?, eldest son of the Hidden Office's head."

"Wow! You're a really knowledgeable young master, I'm sure you'll fit right into the academy! Just watch for some of the more arrogant young masters. " Noir continued.

The air was fresh and the skies blue and clear, and the countless students passing us each had a goal in mind, a vision, and a destiny, a place where all of these things along with status and classism were gathered was bound to be fun, so I answered Noir in a vague manner.