Meanwhile, in the amphitheater classroom.
Solomon stood behind the main instructor's desk, resting his hands on the polished wood. He looked out at the forty-eight noble students sitting on the tiered benches.
"Everyone, stand up one by one and introduce yourselves," Solomon ordered, his voice echoing clearly across the hall. "But instead of your names, I want you to state your innate talent rank."
The noble students immediately murmured in protest. They were hesitant and visibly furious at the blatant disrespect. Nobles prided themselves on their family names and prestigious lineages, not just their talent ranks.
Elizabeth, one of the two actual royals in the room sitting in the very front row, did not hesitate. She stood up straight. "B-rank talent," she announced clearly, before sitting back down.
The second royal, a boy with blonde hair sitting on the opposite end of the front row, stood up next. "A-rank talent," he stated proudly.
