Day Four.
I sat on the same wooden throne, lost in thought. I watched the morning sun rise through the window beside me as the students started to emerge from their rooms after a night's rest.
The first to wake was our only fire mage, responsible for lighting the castle's candles and cooking the meat Bram and his men hunted. Despite the heavy workload, he never complained, and his mana reserves seemed more than sufficient. I wasn't sure how Oscar managed to keep such a man loyal, but I was grateful.
'If I were the one responsible for all of this...' I couldn't help but think of a really bad situation.
I don't have much experience in hunting, so I wouldn't be able to provide this much food without Bram.
I'm not good at communicating with people in general, so I wouldn't even be able to ensure the loyalty of those around me!