"So… is this it?"
(Morgan said, staring intently at the classroom door, his chest heaving.)
Morgan slowly raised his hand and placed it on the door, ready to open it… but he hesitated. His fingers began to tremble almost imperceptibly, and his breathing grew uneven. Sataná noticed immediately and gently placed her hand over his.
"W-what… what's wrong, Morgan?"
(Sataná asked in a delicate voice, filled with concern.)
"Nothing… hahaha, it's nothing, really… it's just that… I had already forgotten the last time I went to study."
(Morgan replied, trying to smile, though his nervousness betrayed him.)
"I see…"
(Sataná murmured softly, looking at him with understanding.)
"Would you like me to go in first?"
(Morgan said with a gentle smile, though his eyes revealed his insecurity.)
Morgan wanted to say no, that he could do it alone… but the warmth in Sataná's gaze and her sincere smile completely disarmed him. Without thinking further, he accepted.
"Please…"
(Morgan said, slightly embarrassed.)
"Wait here for me."
(Sataná replied, smiling once more.)
Morgan stepped aside to let her pass. Sataná touched the door gently, and from inside the classroom, a feminine voice answered:
"Yes? Who is it?"
It was Luzbel.
Sataná responded with joy and respect.
"It's me, Miss Luzbel. May I come in?"
(Sataná said with a kind smile.)
"Yes, of course, come in."
(Luzbel replied in a cordial tone.)
"I'll be right back… I won't take long."
(Sataná said, looking at Morgan and giving him one last smile.)
She pulled the door open and entered the classroom. As soon as she disappeared from sight, Morgan began pacing back and forth, clearly nervous, with his hands intertwined and his breathing rapid.
"M-Mr. Morgan… are you alright?"
(Galahad asked, visibly worried.)
"Ah… yes, yes, I'm just a little nervous, it's nothing to worry about."
(Morgan replied, forcing a smile to reassure her.)
However, his heart leapt when he heard Luzbel's voice echo from inside the classroom:
"Well, I would like to introduce someone very special to you all. He is a student who has just entered our academy, so I want you to be kind to him on his first day. Let's give him a warm welcome."
Upon hearing this, Morgan began to tremble. His legs felt weak, and his mind filled with chaotic thoughts.
Moments later, Sataná leaned halfway out of the door and gestured with her hand for him to enter. But nerves froze him in place.
That was when he felt a hand take his.
Morgan turned his head and saw Galahad holding him gently. The moment she noticed him looking at her, she immediately let go, blushing deeply.
"Ah… ah… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I just thought maybe you needed someone to hold your hand… really, I'm sorry."
(Galahad said in a submissive and embarrassed tone.)
That unexpected gesture made Morgan forget his fear for a moment. He gave her a sincere smile.
"Thank you."
(Morgan said with a big smile.)
"Mm…?"
(Galahad murmured, confused.)
Morgan took a deep breath, and just before moving forward, he stopped, looked at Galahad, and extended his hand toward her.
"You know… I think I really do need someone to hold my hand."
Galahad looked at him in surprise… and then smiled with immense emotion. Without hesitation, she took his hand firmly.
Together, they walked toward the door and entered the classroom.
Inside, standing in front of the blackboard, was Luzbel, smiling serenely. There were at least ten students present, all staring directly at Morgan.
The classroom was grim: broken windows, damp and old wood, worn-out desks… a cold, almost hostile place.
Morgan stopped in front of Luzbel. She leaned slightly toward him and whispered warmly:
"Did you rest? I'm glad you're here… I've been waiting for you."
(Luzbel said softly.)
"Yes… I rested well."
(Morgan replied with a faint smile.)
"I see… I'm glad."
(Luzbel said kindly.)
Then Luzbel turned toward the students and raised her voice with seriousness:
"Alright, this is the new student I told you about. His name is Morgan. Many of you have probably already heard about him due to recent events. Since he is new to our academy, I expect you to give him all the support he needs so that his time here can be as stable as possible."
(Luzbel said firmly.)
She turned back to Morgan.
"Would you like to say something, Morgan?"
Morgan swallowed nervously.
"Ah… ah… yes… m-my… my name… is… Morgan… and… it is a pleasure… I'm counting on all of you."
(Morgan said, trembling and bowing slightly.)
There was no applause. No whispers. Only silence and piercing stares.
"Very good, Morgan. Thank you. There's an available seat over there, you may take it."
(Luzbel said kindly.)
Morgan looked at Sataná and Galahad with concern, but Luzbel reassured him immediately.
"Don't worry, they will return at the end of class. Go take your seat."
(Luzbel said with a smile.)
"Yes, don't worry… we'll be back when class ends."
(Sataná added with a smile.)
"Yes, yes."
(Galahad nodded.)
Morgan nodded slightly and walked toward his seat. He could feel everyone's eyes on him — heavy, questioning, almost intimidating.
When he finally sat down, he lowered his gaze.
"Why is everyone staring at me so much…?"
(Morgan thought, distressed.)
Luzbel addressed the class again.
"I'll see you both later."
(She said to Sataná and Galahad.)
They both left the classroom, glancing back one last time at Morgan and waving goodbye with smiles.
When the door closed, Luzbel raised her voice again, serious and firm:
"Very well… let's return to where we left off. In this class, you will learn everything about the three states of liberation. I will teach you what you need to know about the three liberations."
End of chapter.
Next chapter: practice.