The classroom buzzed with excitement, an unusual liveliness filling the air. With exams finally behind them and only three days left until the long-awaited Blessing Ceremony, Class F was basking in a rare moment of relaxation.
Students gathered in small clusters, their conversations bubbling with anticipation about the futures that awaited them. Some lounged about, relieved to be free from the burdens of studying.
At the back of the room, Javier was sprawled out in his chair, arms crossed, head tilted back, fast asleep. His chair leaned at a precarious angle, yet somehow, he managed to maintain his balance.
Meanwhile, Liana and Gloria stood near the escorts' section, casually chatting with the other maids and bodyguards who had accompanied their noble charges throughout the school year. The usual nervous energy had been replaced by a calm, eager anticipation. For many of these noble children, the Blessing Ceremony would determine their paths—warriors, mages, or something greater.
