Three of the most unrelatable people among the first years, and probably in the whole Academy, sitting in the same table made an unusual group. It was already slightly surprising that either Deandra or Ceres could be found alone with Victor on any other day, but this was stiill slightly likely. Each of them were classmates after alll despite their standings and social hierarchy. It was weird, but maybe it was possible.
But even Xavier or anyone else couldn't have foreseen this group from happening.
He leaned backwards against the tall back of the chair, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the arm rest and glanced at the male informant.
"Keep monitoring the situation and tell me how it develops."
"Yes, young mast— i mean, yes, understood!"
"Keep you the good work, Ken."
