Lyle clenched tightly onto the slip of paper in his hand, having anticipated this day would come, just as he had felt when he first picked up the invitation from Andrei Academy. Destiny was beckoning him, he was bound to get it eventually.
Bullshit, Lyle tossed his pessimistic thoughts aside, his expression like that of an eggplant battered by frost.
He had caused trouble, big trouble. The intricate slip of paper in his hand was a court summons from the Andrei Executor Court. Senior Law had contacted him using the Ring of Andrei, and Lyle still remembered the stilted and solemn tone of that serious senior. That kind of tone almost always meant bad news.
"The Executor Final Court has convened due to the disaster of the Liches you caused, Mr. Plague Doctor. As a party involved, please return to the academy immediately," Senior Law had said.
