Author’s note: from this chapter onward i will put a – before a inner monologue/ telephatic dialogue.

————————————————————–   There was still some time before the start of the academic year. Lith spent most of it reading the Headmaster’s books and planning his future. According to the school records, most students would achieve only a specialization.

Good and great mages would achieve two, while attaining three or more was the sign of a true polymath genius. It wasn’t enough attending the courses to be considered a specialist, one should also possess considerable talent in the field.

And like most things in life, genius couldn’t be evaluated with just numbers. Krishna Manohar, the resident god of healing, had only two specializations, simply because he had no interest in other topics.

His second one was as Battle Mage, and even in his biography it was mentioned only once, for the sake of completeness.

Yet Nana having only one specialization felt wrong on so many levels, that Lith decided to take a pause from his studies to ask her why.

Those days, the White Griffon uniform was the only dress he would wear, not for swag, as much for practicality. It was capable of self-cleaning, getting rid of any dirt or sweat, and to offer some degree of protection from both physical and magical attacks.