Book of Kings

Chapter 25

After the school day had been over, I hoped that Magister Eeeming could help me with the things I didn't understand.

I argued with myself if I should go bother him, because of his position as principal and as Grand Magister of the whole region of Fréllon he must have been a busy man but in the end, I decided that it would have been better if I didn't delay something that was so important to my education.

As I went up multiple flights of stairs in the school to reach the Magister's office, which I had already visited once a day before the school had started when Eeming had insisted on giving me a tour of the school, I wondered, if Magister Eeming was the so-called head of Fréllon then there must have been eight other people for all the other major regions in Eizon in the same position as his, Grand Magisters.

What would the responsibilities be of someone who held this title?

The Mages Guild is directly under the king but it, in itself, wasn't any kind of political party. It held no sway to decide laws or interfere in wars.

In my mind, I thought that they did have a kind of responsibility for all who called themselves mages or are affiliated with them, good or bad.

But most likely they just discuss and decide what the students should learn each year, staff placements, and the management of money.

Such a large organization can't function without a lot of it.

When I finally reached the office of the Magister, which took me a while, the school itself was extremely large, I wasn't the only one who wanted to talk to the Grand Magister.

I recognized him. He was the blond boy in my class.

It seemed like he was readying himself to knock on the heavy double doors.

"Is your heart not ready yet?" I asked while approaching him, "do you want me to knock for you?"

"I can do fine by myself," he said shrilly then lifted an arm to knock.

I sat down on a bench near the door.

He had been here before me, so it was his turn first to talk to the Magister.

It was the natural order of things.

Half a minute passed without any actual knocking, with my staring I bored a hole in the boy's back and he must have noticed then turned around and nervously said, "if you will, please knock."

I almost laughed.

I knocked thrice loudly but there was no answer, once again I knocked.

I noticed that the boy behind me was fidgeting around with his hands. I assumed it was urgent that he talked to the Magister.

A third time I knocked and when I received no answer I gave up.

"He must be out for the moment," I shrugged.

And when I turned around, I heard the doors swing open.

The boy opened them and barged into the office.

Curious, I looked into it.

At first, I fought myself, should I enter it too even though Eeming wasn't here?

He did it, so should I?

Was this what they did in higher society?

Unsure I stepped inside and waited there, "I'll stay here too," I decided.

"Do what you will."

I looked around. Eeming's offices were similar to one another, but this one had curiosities lined on the shelves and walls.