(BOOK 1 in the Ermand Chisel series)
Since the time he had remembered, Ermand had to frequently encounter a series of sinister and blood-curdling dreams, and they weren't merely nightmares. When he receives an invitation to join Agledon Magic Univer...
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"Hey, you were awesome, man! That woman--"
"Professor," Emile stressed.
"Alright. Have you seen that she was so startled by what happened there in our classroom. You should've seen Damien's face," Timothy cheered and slapped on Ermand's back in appreciation.
"I was surprised to know that my element was air... I thought it would be earth," Emile interjected.
"Yeah. That's some sense you're talking. I thought it would be fire for me but it was air. Timothy also got air too, I thought you'd be earth," Charlie muttered.
"I thought Odin would be air rather than water," Timothy suggested before leaving for the mess hall for lunch.
"What is it for lunch anyway?" Charlie raised a brow.
"Mutton chops, grilled lobster, and chocolate pudding with ice-cream as dessert?"
"In your dreams. I think it would probably be mashed potatoes with peas and broccoli, and that porridge made with carrots and beans. Hopefully, a roasted chicken to savour the time," Ermand shrugged.
"I hate that porridge. Yuck!" Timothy cringed at the thought of it.
"Hold your tongue, it's the best food you should consume to maintain a healthy diet," Emile intervened.
"Like stare at all those chickens swallowed down into others throats and peacefully eating grass? It shouldn't be good if we eat what animals consume," Charlie chuckled.
"Eat it once a week."
"Thank you very much Professor Waps for your healthy diet plan but I'm just eating as long as I get to eat them."
When Ermand reached the mess hall, he didn't expect to see Damien waiting for him.
"Hey, Chisel!"
Ermand didn't bother to turn at him and walked toward the counter to get his tray.
"Did you not hear me you scumbag!"
Ermand again pretended not to hear and walked to a lonely bench, far opposite to Damien.
"I'll get you," Damien muttered and gritted his teeth.
The lunch was enough for any man's appetite. It was just as Timothy had predicted except that it wasn't chocolate pudding with ice cream as dessert rather it was cherry pie.
While they were eating, a girl in her high ponytail, standing as straight as a linear line smashed on one of the desks.
"Hey, isn't she the one who punched you?" Charlie tilted his head to get a clear view of her.
"Yeah," Timothy grunted, pausing to eat the mutton piece pierced by his fork.
