บท 111: • Salveté Corvum—All Hail The Crow

FOLLOWING ISRAFEL'S STINT WITH CORA, warlock practice was postponed by the school board. First Years were still required to put in the biweekly training of course, but no more one-on-one combats. Coach Tanaka was not to happy about this; Rafel had spied her glaring through the silver doors as he passed by the Guild on his way to potions class.

Mage studies had begun in earnest. It was his third week at the institute.

[Potions and Poisons] class was held in a wizardry laboratory at the northernmost edge of the Dark Arts building, on the ground floor, boasting its own underground thriving plant haven, and it was also the closest chamber to the school garden—a very large greenhouse with sliver windows and potted plants in its sills; there wasn't a magical plant in all the continent that couldn't be found there.