Ronan thought he'd misread for a second.
He looked at the projection again, finding his name in the same place.
Ronan Ashbourne – Class S
He'd expected B class at most. Maybe A class if the Academy felt generous, though that seemed unlikely given his combat weakness.
But S class?
It didn't make sense.
No, it made some sense.
The Academy clearly saw potential in him – tactical reasoning, strategic positioning, adaptability under pressure. Those were the qualities they'd been watching for during the Inter-Class War.
The students there were the ones the Academy believed could shape battles, lead entire classes, or destroy opposition alone.
Ronan was none of those things, at least not yet.
He briefly wondered if the Academy had somehow detected the Demon Leech and decided to place him in S class for observation or containment. But that seemed paranoid. If they knew, he'd already be in a cell somewhere, not standing in the main hall.
