Some of the scholars couldn't hide their expressions.
A few openly gaped, mouths parted in disbelief.
Others leaned toward one another, exchanging glances, trying to piece together how someone from the lowest class had just dismantled a question the whole room had quietly given up on.
Silvena, only then realizing she had been holding her breath. The sound was quiet, almost inaudible, but it marked her incredulity.
"...He really solved it."
Even the room started to change.
The quiet snorts and dismissive scoffs that were previously heard whenever Class E was brought up were no longer present.
Then, without waiting for permission, Ruvian spoke.
"Instructor."
The words came out naturally.
"I apologize for my tardiness."
He said it plainly, like the words were simply a formality.
Instructor Orlan folded his arms, studying the boy with a cautious gaze.
"Is that all you have to say?" he asked.
