Early in the morning, a hushed sense of anticipation hung in the crisp air in front of the towering gates of the Freljord Academy. Unlike their usual closed demeanor, the academy gates now stood wide open, symbolizing the exceptional occasion that was unfolding. Before those formidable gates, the academy's esteemed faculty members had congregated, forming a diverse assembly of academic minds.
Among the figures assembled, the sharp profile of Professor Iris was unmistakable. She had taken charge of the academy's affairs in the absence of the principal, Jishuka Von Cyprus. Professor Llyod, bearing the marks of his recent recovery from injuries, stood tall in conversation with Professor Isabella. The scene was further enlivened by the presence of numerous servants and staff, all engaged in animated discussions and eager whispers.
Forsaken by the Gods: I made a contract with the Demon King