Vana's POV

My heart pounded as the ship finally docks, my chest drumming against my ears. The deans are not the reason for my nervousness, it’s those S-class students that gathered to welcome Jerome. S-class students in the academy are notorious for their authority and power over lower class levels, to the point that even the faculty is overlooking their behavior.

“You hate our presence that much?” Jerome wondered without glancing at my direction, reading my mind.

“Yeah… it’s frightening,” I admitted with a wry smile.

The plank fell on the dock, creating a bridge between the dock and the ship. I froze on my spot, intimidated by the pressure coming from the S-class wizards. I could feel them staring—if not glaring—at my direction.

They are probably wondering why a B-class student like me is doing with the most p