The Vaise estate within Velmoria Academy wasn't large—it was massive.
It wasn't as big as the main Vaise mansion, but it was still huge.
Meant to be a "modest outpost" for Vaise members studying in the academy, the estate had somehow ended up bigger than most noble family mansions.
Complete with training grounds, meditation pools, a private garden that probably had illegal plants, and a squirrel-sized castle somewhere in the back, it felt less like a dorm and more like a territorial claim.
Inside the courtyard, Raven leaned against a stone railing while Crisaius stood before him, arms folded behind his back like he was about to reveal state secrets—or insult his haircut again.
It was hard to say with that old man.
"So?" Raven asked, his brows raised. "You pulled off a fake assassination, terrified the squirrels, and traumatized half the courtyard—what now?"
Crisaius's expression sobered. "There's going to be a meeting at the Royal Palace."
Raven frowned. "A meeting?"
