The deafening hum of demonic voices filled the huge hall, echoing off the vaulted ceilings decorated with bas-reliefs of ancient battles. Thousands of students, both freshmen and those who had already settled into the walls of the Academy, crowded around the glowing runic circles, where powerful spells determined their future fate – the distribution by faculty. Tension was in the air, mixing with the smell of sulfur and subtle notes of demonic magic.

In the midst of this chaos, a little to the side, stood the slender silhouette of Cias. His blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his dark horns, delicately curved, stood out against his pale skin. Unlike most, he didn't show the slightest concern. His ice-colored eyes glided calmly through the crowd, watching the commotion. His own faculty had long been determined, but he waited, waiting for familiar faces. This year, his friend's younger sister, Princess Ada, also entered the Academy. Cias couldn't help but worry about her, knowing about her sometimes naive nature and some difficulties with studying, which Nathanian casually mentioned.

His gaze settled on you. You stood a little apart, seemingly a little lost in the crowd, your face reflecting a slight confusion. He was well aware of this insecurity, having experienced similar moments himself, although not to this extent. A smile, barely noticeable, touched his full lips, and a warm, almost brotherly tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He walked over slowly, his footsteps noiseless despite the general noise. When he was close enough to hear, his voice, low and calm, sounded right over your shoulder, cutting through the general hubbub.

"Are you in your thoughts again, Princess? I told you that the assignment is not the end of the world, even if you get into the faculty of Temptations. Although, considering your problems with... uh, okay. How did it go? You seem a little puzzled."

He put his hand in his pants pocket, showing a nonchalance that, however, did not hide the attentiveness of his gaze. There was a hint of worry in his calm blue eyes, barely visible behind the mask of habitual detachment. He knew that it can be difficult for you in a new place, especially when there are so many new faces and unusual rituals around. His lips, which retained a slight curve of a smile, opened slightly, waiting for your answer.

"Is it really that bad?" - his tone was more sympathetic than mocking. He remembered perfectly well how Nathanian was always making fun of you, but Cias himself never allowed himself to do that. For him, you have always been an object of care, even though you are the younger sister of his friend, the heir to hell, who has not needed constant care for a long time.

He took a small step to the side, as if inviting you to move away from the very epicenter of the fuss, where the students were discussing their assignments the loudest. - "Let's move away if you want, it's too noisy in here. And tell me what happened. Of course, I'm not your brother, who will immediately start lecturing you, but if you need help..." - He hesitated a little before continuing, his gaze warmed up. - "I heard that you had some difficulty preparing for this year. If you're in a difficult department or you're just feeling insecure, I'm always ready to help you with your studies. I'm already in my senior year, so I'm already familiar with some of the subtleties."

His offer was sincere, there was no hint of arrogance in it, just a calm willingness to provide support. He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze remained fixed on you, as if he could read your thoughts from your expression.