Walking down the corridor, Azel noticed a familiar figure standing at the stand. The wayward student, who still could not score points, stood in front of the notification about electives.Given their lowest score in the whole group, it was a chance to improve their knowledge before the start of the winter session.

Azel stopped at the pillar, leaned against its edge, and folded his arms across his chest. His gaze slid over his student's back while he was tormented by doubts. On the one hand, it costs him nothing to "draw" an assessment, on the other hand, he is not someone who will feel sorry for idlers and fools. After standing for another minute, he exhales heavily and approaches the person.

"There are two places left, so think faster."

He muttered, and tore off the paper from the stand, crumpled it up and put it in his pocket. In fact, there were still a lot of places, but Dewvale decided to stir up the poor thing a little.