"Sir, I know. This is the path I'll choose."
A faint smile formed on Rael's face, writing down one final note before placing his application in the stack of papers. It's too bad I can't teach him.
"I'll put you down as an advanced deviant case. You'll receive specialised training and your progress will be monitored carefully. At the end of each month, I will receive a report. Any complaints... or slacking will result in disciplinary talks and even punishment."
"Oh, and before I forget." Rael added, reaching for the drawer of his desk, pulling out a small envelope. "This is your timetable."
"... Already?"
"Don't give me that look," Rael chuckled under his breath. "I made sure to get this early for you. In two days, report to instructor Arwen in the Cultivation Tower. She's our only teacher who specialises in Body Cultivation and Magic."
"Is it really that unpopular?" Vergil's face drooped.
"It's not that it isn't popular. But nobody was able to graduate from the class."
