The classroom gradually settled into a steady rhythm once again after the earlier commotion, though the energy within it had subtly shifted, carrying an undercurrent of curiosity and disbelief that had not yet fully dissipated. Students still exchanged occasional glances and hushed whispers, unable to completely move past the revelation that had just been dropped so casually, yet as the minutes passed, the structure of the lecture slowly reclaimed control over the room.
At the front, Seraphina continued teaching with her usual composure, her voice smooth and unwavering as she explained complex concepts with effortless clarity. Her blue hair, tied neatly into a bun, remained undisturbed as she moved across the board, writing and turning with precision, her presence as controlled and distant as ever. To an outsider, there was nothing unusual about her demeanor, nothing that hinted at the tangled web of events that had unfolded just recently.
Yet in the last row—
