As the curtains unfolded, a lone figure standing on the stage came into view.
Wearing a full black robe, similar to mine but less baggy, and a black witch's hat, the female figure simply gazed back at us, not minding the thousands of gazes on her.
The founder and current principal of Glaive Academy.
And, one of the few S-rank heroes in the world.
Her long silver hair draped past her hat down her cloak, nearly reaching her waist, and her matching silver-colored eyes had a sense of amiability to them.
Not a single student dared to speak, leaving the massive plaza in an unusual and awkward silence.
At that moment, I suddenly understood why most students had gravitated away from the front rows and gone to the back ones.
As an S-rank, she was considered to be a demi-god, and thus, she was able to exert her will on the world.
Just being in front of her, I felt my entire presence breaking apart, threatening to disappear completely.
Who even was I?
