“Please,” the Fourth opened the door to the reception room, “I’d like to introduce you to the new dean we would like to see in this position.”
“Your Majesty the Rector,”—from the couch, happily smiling, as if he’d just had the happiest day of his life, rose the very culprit of the mentors’ ruined nerves, the participant in countless scandals, the author of perverted pranks, the best graduate of the faculty of mentalists—and the worst cadet in terms of discipline.
“Kyles,” the rector clenched his teeth, feeling his face start to burn with anger.
“And I’m glad to welcome you, colleague,” Lord Kyles gave an elegant bow, all the while beaming with happiness. “I’m sure we’ll work well together.”
“Y-your Highness,” Selsel looked at the Fourth with hope that it was a joke, looking for support.
“The order was signed by His Majesty personally,” the man shook his head, threw a pained glance at his cousin, and said: “You have four months to prepare.”