10 minutes before Vergil came in.
Eleanor adjusted the clothes given by the academy, a tailored uniform of dark green lined with gold embroidery. However there was no emblem to signify their attendance. A minor detail that was actually significant.
Though her movement felt stiff, she csrried herself with dignity to her seat. She rested her elbows on her thighs, interlacing her fingers under her chin.
Although she had lost her title, her dignity and knowledge was all that remained. Next to her, Elena sat like a statue. Her eyes scanned the room, fidgeting her fingers.
They were surrounded by people who were destined to become future leaders in the seven powers and maybe even their top powerhouses that would guard it.
Eleanor's gaze flickered to the structure around them.
The ambient light of the assembly hall rained a bluish radiance by small stones embedded in the vaulted dome.
Still, her expression remained calm.
