[Julian's POV]
I stood in front of the academy office, my suitcase awkwardly clutched in my arms and Vykekard tied to the back of my hip.
I hadn't received a uniform yet, but I hoped to get one here or at the dorms.
But I couldn't believe that I'm here now, after all these years.
I am at Aethel Academy, the greatest institution in the world.
And today, marks the start of the main story.
Creakk…
The office hadn't changed much since I saw it at age five. A few new statues and pieces of furniture were different, but everything else was as I remembered.
I approached the front desk where a woman glanced up and smiled politely.
"Welcome to Aethel Academy," she said warmly.
"I'm Muriel, the head receptionist. How can I assist you today?"
"I'm Julian Uzziel,"
"…!"
The moment I mentioned my name her facial expression shifted immediately giving no time to lose composure.
"Ah! You're already here!"
She fumbled slightly, then straightened, her demeanor flustered yet efficient.
