The droning voice of Professor Elaine echoed through the high-ceilinged classroom, her words bouncing off ancient stone walls adorned with faded tapestries depicting historical battles. "...in the last war. The First Hero Rothschild and the Fox Clan Princess Xiao Yue..."
Ambrose's gaze drifted away from the lecture to study the professor herself—her enthusiastic gestures, the way she occasionally adjusted her spectacles when making an important point. He sighed inwardly, a peculiar melancholy settling over him. Back on Earth, confined to his hospital bed, he had romanticized the idea of attending school like other children. The reality proved far less magical than his imagination had painted it.
Is this what I yearned for all those years? he wondered, absently tracing the edge of his desk with a finger. Listening to information I already know, surrounded by people who barely comprehend it?
