I wasn't surprised to find my name on the list.
What did surprise me however—deeply, soul-shatteringly—was the name below it.
Supplementary Healing Course: Advanced Soul DiagnosticsInstructor: Professor Dellaetrix
No no no no no… You got to be kidding me right?
There had to be a mistake. Some poor clerk mixed up the sheets. Or this was some cruel prank. Or I'd died in my sleep and this was hell.
Nope. There it was. In ink. Real.
Professor Dellaetrix Sephirot L'Etrange.
The man who once told me my rune sequence "looked like a sick toddler's crayon tantrum." The same one who made Azalea cry over a misplaced diphthong. The walking deadpan disaster of the faculty lounge. Now my instructor.
For real. Legit. No cap.
I considered skipping. Faking illness.
Hiding in a cabinet for a year. But alas—I had pride. Stupid, stupid pride.
I mean, don't you know how prideful a healer should be?
To receive a lesson and gain knowledge from it would be quite gold for me.
