'I don't need to act arrogant. Let's teach them honestly. However, some of them are a bit stuck up their asses. They deserve to survive too.'
Lancelot walked to the front of the classroom and looked back at the other students. Realising it had been so long since he attended a lesson properly, somehow feeling strange in his chest, he stood beside the desk of Evaine.
"First of all, let me greet you formally. My name is Lancelot du Lac, call me Lancelot. I will first show you how to cast the four basic elements, then guide you slowly through my process."
He looked around slightly, surprised that even Guinevere and Sumika were focusing on their hands holding their cheeks.
"Fire"
*snap*
With the mere snap of his fingers, a ball of flame appeared, not huge but bigger than Scott's, the size of a person's head.
What amazed people was a different fact as a few hands raised.