"That is all, let the exams begin."
The students were led out of the grand assembly dome by numerous instructors stationed around the building,
Each of them bearing their own stern expression and sharp eyes that missed nothing.
Vergil strode forward with ease, acting as though he hadn't just given himself the most ridiculous title for himself in front of all the applicants.
He acted nonchalant. Shoulders relaxed. Hands in pockets. Gaze focussed on what was ahead.
Elena and Eleanor followed close behind, weaving through the cluster of students to stand next to him.
"Vergil, Vergil," Elena whispered. "Did you even study for the exam?"
"And what's with the new style. A change perhaps?" She added.
"Worry about yourself," Vergil smirked. "And think of this version of me as a new chance."
"That's a no," Elena muttered under her breath. "Also I like the new style."
Eleanor said nothing, watching Vergil with an unreadable calmness.
