𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗘. Demetrius Desmond

02

"THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY MISSIONS." I thought trying to motivate myself as I stood at the front of the classroom, I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me.

Eden Academy was pristine, full of the country's most elite students and here I was, sticking out like a sore thumb. I had spent years navigating through missions but being introduced in front of a classroom filled with students who had been spoiled their whole life? That was new territory.

"Class, we have a new student joining us today." the teacher announced, her voice crisp and formal, the way all the teachers at Eden seemed to be. "Please welcome Y/N Lumine."

I nodded politely, scanning the rows of students as they sized me up. Polished uniforms, perfectly pressed. Everyone here looked like they'd been born into this life of privilege.

My uniform was neat enough but there was no hiding the fact that I wasn't one of them. I wasn't raised to be silent and obedient and I sure wasn't used to keeping my opinions to myself, Especially when i knew they looked down on me because of my status.

"You'll be sitting over there." the teacher pointed toward a seat in the middle of the room, far from the front where all the eager-to-impress students sat but also away from the back where some of the quieter ones were.

I gave a slight nod and made my way to the seat, noticing a few glances exchanged between the students. Among them, one boy stood out—Demetrius Desmond.

He didn't spare me more than a brief glance but I knew who he was. The Desmond heir. If there was anyone I didn't need to impress, it was him.

He and his family were wrapped up in their own world of politics and power.

I sat down, trying to ignore the whispers that rippled through the class and the teacher cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention back to her.

"Alright, class, today we'll be reviewing last week's history lesson."

As the teacher began to drone on about the content, I quickly realized that she was skipping over crucial points, brushing past details and frankly getting a few things wrong.

I bit my lip, debating whether I should say something but the more she spoke, the more I couldn't help myself. 

I raised my hand. The teacher paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me. Clearly, she wasn't used to interruptions.

"Yes?" she asked, trying to mask her irritation.

"With all due respect, you skipped over the Treaty of Ealdor. That's actually a key point in how the war escalated. Without it, the entire lesson on the post-war economy doesn't make sense." I said, my voice steady but casual.

The room fell silent and the teacher blinked, clearly thrown off by my comment. "Excuse me?" she asked, as if she hadn't heard me right.

"The Treaty of Ealdor." I repeated. "You missed it and the way you explained the economic recovery was well..wrong. It wasn't the trade agreements that helped, It was the debt relief programs that did."

A few students gasped softly. This wasn't the kind of school where students openly corrected teachers, especially not in front of the entire class. Eden Academy was all about decorum, discipline and keeping up appearances.

I glanced around the room. The shocked expressions from my classmates were palpable, like I had just broken some kind of unspoken rule.

But what really caught my eye was Demetrius. His calm, stoic exterior had cracked just slightly. He was looking at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly intrigued.