“Sorry, I just - aren’t you a prince?” Blitzø asked, voice confused as he gestured to the classroom surrounding them. “Why are you here?”
“My daughter goes to school here,” explained Stolas, only slightly thrown off by the line of questioning. “I asked to have a meeting because —“
“Yeah, I know, you should have seen my spit take when I realized there was a damn Goetia in my class during the first attendance roll call,” Blitzø interrupted. “But why? Don’t you rich folks have, like, tutors and shit like that?”
Stolas nodded. “Well, yes, but I wanted Via to have the chance to experience life as a normal child so, after my divorce, I decided to enroll her into public school.”
“Here?” Blitzø asked, brow furrowed in even more confusion if it were possible. “In Imp City?”
or via's new third grade teacher just so happens to be stolas' old friend.