Headmaster Parvis

Once the meal was over, Paldot quickly rose to his feet, and made a particularly exaggerated clap.

"Alright! Let's get the boy over to see the headmaster, so we can go back to what we need to do. We'll take my carriage over there, and give a good impression to the other families. I certainly can't allow you to be looked down upon when your name is so closely connected to mine." He said, before moving towards the entrance of his abode. The group followed in closely behind him, refraining from saying anything. It was clear that Paldot wanted this entire thing to be over with already.

As they exited the estate, they saw a steel carriage being pulled by a Gravin. A Gravin is a four legged creature that stands roughly five foot seven inches or one point seven meters tall. It had a grey, thick hide, and particularly large claws. This creature weighed almost as much as two horses, and the lowest tier this creature could be, was Tier Two. Paldot patted the creatures head as he walked by, climbing in to the carriage. Once they were all inside of the carriage, they took off at a relatively steady pace. The City guards would not allow anyone to freely move around the city at a rapid speed, and as such, it took nearly an hour for them to reach the Academy entrance. Once there, Paldot ushered all of the occupants out of the carriage, and showed the guards his house sigil. After that, they were let in to the academy, although the carriage itself remained outside of the academy.

"Well, now, it's been some time since I've seen you within my grounds, little Sumner." A weathered voice called to them from the side. They all stopped and looked at the older man approaching them with his hands behind his back, covered in light armor.

"Headmaster Parvis, it's good to see you again. I've actually come with my nephew, Keat Spyre. The boy shows promise, so I thought I would leave him to you to make a man out of him." Paldot replied cheerfully, before completing a full bow before his headmaster. The man before him was born from a lesser noble family, but it mattered not to Paldot. The man before him was a Tier Seven warrior, and very few in the kingdom could match his raw power, let alone his prowess with a spear.

"Haha, well, if you took time out of your day to be here for him, he must truly be something special. Well, come to my office, and we'll get your paperwork all squared away." Before waiting for a response, the headmaster began walking towards the central entrance to the main building of the academy. Once they arrived at the headmaster's office, the older man sat down, and motioned towards the two seats infront of him. Before anyone really knew what was happening, Paldot grabbed Keat lightly by the arm, and moved towards the two seats. The Headmaster handed a stack of papers towards Paldot.

"So, young Keat, what is your class?" Parvis asked him with curiosity etched across his face. As he said this, all the others stopped and looked at Keat with a mixture of surprise and confusion written on their faces.

"S-sir?" Keat asked, flustered at the current situation. He had not told anyone about having acquired a class yet, and was shocked the man before him already knew.

"Come now, boy, I'm no fool. I can tell you are not a Tier Zero just by looking at you. So, tell me, what is your class?" The headmaster repeated as he began to drum his fingers on his desk.

"There are plenty of students that arrive here with a class, boy, it is not that surprising. Usually they're high born nobles or students of powerful people, but sometimes one comes through here after having unlocked a class on their own. So, tell me, boy, what is your class?" The headmaster inquired once more.

"I'm a Sword Saint, sir..." Keat told him, as he quickly regained his composure. It was the class the had the most similarities to his current class, at least in terms of his sword skills.

"A sword saint? That is a truly unique class, boy. You are quite lucky, indeed, having unlocked that without the assistance of others. I look forward to your achievements." The headmaster responded, barely able to suppress his shock. A Sword Saint was an extremely rare class, and every modern sword saint inherited their class from a predecessor. A natural born Sword Saint wasn't something that had been heard of in nearly two hundred years. However, if he knew of Keat's real class, he would be even more shocked. Progenitors of powerful classes came around once in an era.

The others in the room, however, turned and gawked at the boy before them. To them, he was someone that could usher in a new level of prosperity for their houses. Sumner, while not directly connected to him, would still reap many rewards given their connection by proximity.

Sensing he made a mistake, Keat avoided making any eye contact through the rest of the meeting, while the headmaster spoke to him about his various classes. He would have take a Etiquette class, A Swordsmanship class, A History Class, and a Physical Training class. These classes would last for four years, before he would be able to graduate. At which point, he would receive a variety of offers from Mercenary Guilds, Orders within the Church, and the Royal Army. Once the meeting was over, Paldot ushered Keat around a corner to talk to him, with his brother and sister quickly following behind.

"You cheeky boy, you never told us you unlocked your class. Let alone something so special." Paldot told him, as a grin was plastered from ear to ear.

"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise after I started at the academy..." Keat replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his head to try and distract himself from the man's attention.

"Well, I don't know if you know this, but there hasn't been a natural born Sword Saint in centuries. It is almost exclusively inherited. You, boy, have a truly unique class. You will undoubtedly receive a great deal of attention here, both good and bad. You must refrain from telling others recklessly of your class. Those of a higher status might challenge you if they find out, and if they do, you must lose tactfully. It will be tempting to beat them, but if you do so, it will cause you a great deal more trouble than if you lost. Keep your head down, avoid antagonizing your betters, and you will eventually surpass them. Your potential, with this class, is already much higher than your peers." Paldot told him seriously, and then he finally let go of the grip he had around both of Keat's arms.