Ermand fumed at the thought of Mrs. Chisel breaking in while Jack finally tries to tell him something. The other thought of them trying to compel him to join the dorm and quit his job added more to his anger.

When he reached Agledon, he slowly walked through its corridors. He forgot where his classroom was because of all those thousands of corridors and archways.

However, he reached the D1 classroom before the Professors arrived. He noticed Timothy and Charlie snickering at the far end corner of the large classroom.

"Where have you been? Hey, you're joining us in the dorm today, aren't you?"

Ermand acted as if he didn't hear them and gently placed his satchel near to him. His eyes searched the hall for Emile and Odin.

"Where's Emile and Odin?"

"There's Emile but I haven't seen Odin," he pointed at the first bench far to them.

"You're moving today?" Charlie nudged him.

"No," he replied, searching something in his satchel.

"Tomorrow?" Timothy whispered when professor Derek walked into the hall.

Ermand stood up with the rest.

"No."

"When?"

"I can't. I've work after college."

"I work too," Charlie shrugged.

Ermand turned at Charlie. His eyes were slightly widened.

"They let you out?"

"Ofcourse. Hey man, we're in college. They'll leave us to wherever we wanna go until ten in the night. I work part time in a potions factory."

"I see. So we'll be able to work after college?"

"Totally."

"Well, I might think of--"

"What are you three discussing so eagerly while I'm here?"

The voice belonged to professor Chestnut, whose eyes pierced into their faces. A few students turned back at them. Timothy opened his mouth to give a fake explanation.

"Uh... nothing much Professor. We were just discussing how nice the weather is today. Don't you think? The trees, the lake and I love the way the birds sing in unison--"

"Shut up!"

Three of them froze at how the voice echoed through the room.

"If I'm speaking something here, you're not allowed unless it's something related to what I'm talking about. Understand?"

They nodded. Their eyes were on the polished wooden desk.

"Understand?" He stressed.

"Yes sir," they replied in a tedious tone.

"Move to the front. I don't want any of you three having side meetings at the far end of this room while I'm trying to stuff something relevant into your dumb brains!"

Jack was right. Teachers can be very nasty!

They moved from the backseat to the front. After the mood was set right for him, did he only continue.

"I'm your teacher for clan studies. If you're too genius to not know how this subject is important for a Defender, I'll tell you," he said, tying his hands to his back and walking around the platform.

"Clan studies will help you learn how the diversity in our society has changed over time and abided by the rules our ancestors had brilliantly kept for us."

Brilliantly?

Ermand sighed, exhausted.

"In clan studies, we'll learn about the past, the present and the future we're planning."

"Is this so necessary, Professor Chestnut?" Timothy raised a hand. It was obvious for Emile that Timothy wasn't in the least interested in the subject but was just trying to play with the Professor.

"Tell me about your educational qualification," he stated in his serious tone.

"Is it really the education our ancestors had set for us that's making things right or is it the ability of a person to find the truth?"

"You're still breathing because you're a Chestnut."

"Extremely glad, Professor."

Professor Chestnut exhaled heavily and turned his glance away from Timothy.

"That's true, it's just because you're a Chestnut that you're able to talk like this," Charlie whispered.

"I want to learn something practical," he replied.

"I guess I'll probably be seeing him less." A naughty grin played on Charlie's lips.

"Me too," Timothy giggled, placing his fingers over his jaw.

"What do you mean?" Ermand inquired after listening to their conversation which left him dubious.

Timothy and Charlie glanced at each other and stared at him.

"This is called starting trouble, but you'll get used to it," Timothy smirked before turning his attention to the class.

"Section one - Origin of the clans."

A thick, cyan coloured textbook appeared on every desk at the snap of the Professor's fingers.

"Your textbook. Take care of it."

"Ofcourse, I will," Timothy snickered, opening the book.

"First we'll talk of the condition before the clanship was introduced," he said. "The Spellcasters overpowered the monarchs and consequently a lot of countries were ruined. This has also resulted in the arrogance of every single man. Helius Qorder and Follic Chestnut, two important men in the history of the Spellcaster society, tried to put forward a new system where people are given separate ranks in the society so that they won't ruin humanity itself. They postulated that such an arrangement and classification would determine where the true power should lie. In honour to our great founders, we established the high rank as the Qorder clan and the second high rank as the Chestnut clan.

"Sadly, this system of classification came into existence after their death. Moroni Clack, the father of clanship as we call him today. The great man responsible for the peaceful society we live in today, has struggled his whole life for the wellness of our society by following the path of Qorder and Chestnut. In the end, after the great Clackian revolution that spanned over five years, order and law was set in the magical world of Iyerth.

"Timothy Chestnut, would you kindly explain to us about the high rank classification?"

Timothy shuddered in his seat. "Yes?"

"He told you to explain about the high rank classification," Ermand whispered from the side.

"Oh yeah! Th-the classification! First, the Qorder. Second, the Chestnut and then the Lewcent and then it's the Grottin and finally Trainor."

The professor remained silent for a short while.

"I said explain!" He shouted when Timothy snak back on the bench.

"Wh-what's more to explain?"

"Who would explain this to me?" He shifted his eyes away from Timothy.

"Damien Qorder. Explain," he said, as if he was ordering.

Ermand was sure that if the boy named Damien wouldn't answer it, Professor Chestnut would definitely explode. He also noticed that Damien was the same boy Timothy mentioned to be the richest boy in New Tawarn.

"The most important and valuable clan for the existence of the Spellcaster society is the Qorder clan that stands for certainty and power, and hence the power to rule and run the country precisely is given to the Qorder clan. The second is the Chestnut clan that stands for trust and belief. The clan also plays a major role in ruling a country. The third clan is the Grottin, which stands for clarity. Any Grottin born man never leaves a comment unclear.

"The fourth is the Lewcent, which are well known for it's logically thinking members. Logic is something extremely essential for peace in our society. Lastly, it's the Trainor that's left. They're known for being serious and strict, excellent to be a Defender although they're a bit difficult to include. However, without these five clans, existence of the Spellcaster society would become impossible, the magical world would see its destruction on that day."

Destruction? Why are people talking like this? Why aren't they respecting other clans below them?

"Selena Grottin, name me the middle clans from high to low," the Professor asked.

"Estrel, Rauffin and Vinn are the three clans belonging to the upper middle class... Waps, Daller, Spears, Logge and Chisel are the five lower middle clans which together constitute the middle rank of clans," she said reluctantly.

"Emile Waps, name me the lower clans in order from high to low," Professor Chestnut asked.

"The Barlour, Halchalc, Stin, Clodde and Lapel belong to the lower clans," Emile answered.

Ermand's brows crinkled when he came to know that the Professor didn't ask for an elaboration about the clans other than the high ranks.

Ermand felt it too hard to pay attention to the class. He thought education was enlightenment but it was teaching domination and exclusivism. As these thoughts revolved around him, a Professor in his neatly ironed sea-green cloak was welcomed open by the door. It was professor Oscar Qorder.

"Sorry to interrupt your class professor Chestnut but can I call Mr. Ermand Chisel from this class. It is a confidential matter," he said, pretending a low cough.

Emile turned at Ermand from the other side of the bench. Timothy and Charlie stared at him with their eyes bulged out.

Oh no.