In his decades long career, Khavos Rudd had been forced to listen to ridiculous theories, stupid questions, and excuses to justify incompetence or failure so imaginative that they would put a bard to shame.

Yet never before he had ever heard something so blatantly preposterous.

“Unfair?” He echoed placing himself between the young Lukart and the bloodthirsty girl. Clearly one of them needed protection, but he was unsure about which one.

“Cheated?” His voice rose in intensity while astonishment was replaced by rage for his wounded pride.

“Are you telling me that it’s possible to cheat in the noble art of dimensional magic? During my class and in front of me? Are you calling me stupid, incompetent or both?”

Knowing how Professor Rudd loved and respected magical bloodlines, Lyam Lukart was taken aback by his vicious retort.

“No. I would never dare to say something like that.” Lyam swallowed a lump of saliva. Whenever a Professor took out his communication amulet it was never a good omen.