The hallway outside the debate chamber was quiet—surprisingly quiet for something so public.
Only the selected students had access. And among them, most had split into their usual clusters: nobles with nobles, hybrids and scholarship students off to the side.
Marcus sat with Clara, Laziel, and Garron near the archway bench. Light from a nearby mana lantern shimmered off the trim of their uniforms.
Noel approached without ceremony.
He didn't ask for permision just sat next to Laziel.
They all looked at him—mild surprise.
Marcus smiled. "Didn't think you'd join us."
"Change of pace," Noel muttered.
A short silence followed.
Then Noel glanced at the group, casually.
"So. Who are you all voting for?"
Clara laughed softly. "Seriously you asking that, I thought you knew us better?"
Marcus answered before anyone else.
"Seraphina, obviously."
