“Wait.” A sudden, ominous thought crawled up Ihan’s spine and made him shiver.
No way.
“Is this… some seniors’ event?” The students learning transformation magic were having their own festival, and if none of Ihan’s friends knew about it… wouldn’t that mean it was an event exclusively for seniors? Professor Voladi’s expression flickered for a moment, as if he’d never considered the possibility.
“Probably,” he said.
“You should’ve checked that first… Professor Reji, did he accept willingly?” Ihan asked.
The professor nodded slightly.
Was he threatened with a sword or something? Ihan felt a prick of suspicion.
Professor Reji was one of the more timid among the staff.
If Professor Voladi had pointed a blade and bullied him a little, Reji agreeing cheerfully wouldn’t have been surprising.
“Professor. I just thought—won’t the seniors be upset even if Professor Reji accepted willingly?” Einlogard’s students tended to be subtly exclusive.
When Ihan had broken into the White Tiger Tower dormitory, those students hadn’t exactly been magnanimous about it.
Just like students from each tower showed petty pride in their affiliations, entire schools and even divisions within schools could be touchy.
A first-year poking around where he didn’t belong would likely irritate them.