#from the shadows 𝖝 ic.

[cremisii]

so much for ' getting to know his students ', hubert gives him the impression he far prefers the reason of magic rather than the faith.

jakob digs his fork into the slice of cake, and takes a bite. the company is a strange one, he feels as if he should not be sitting here. alas, he has already sat down - and it was commonplace for professors to eat with those of their house.

"lady edelgard seems impressive," jakob sets the cutlery down. "i look forward to her walking in the footsteps of lord corrin. perhaps she'll come to emulate his success?"

it is a passive comment. he knows hubert will dislike it.

jakob sips his tea. so long as one understands the pecking order, he does not mind. "which is beyond achievable . . . so, i'm looking forward to seeing her aim for it."

The professors assigned to the Black Eagles House are varied in skill and talent. He has not yet had the misfortune of class with Professor Jakob, and as he opens his mouth to speak Hubert finds that he will not seek out his expertise on any subject.

His muscles tense. A passive aggressive remark on his own skills is something he can ignore, however a comment of this magnitude aimed at Lady Edelgard should not be left unchallenged.

A soft huff -- almost a chuckle -- escapes his lips. "Lady Edelgard needs no one to follow," he says, and looks up at the professor with narrowed eyes. "She can design her own path and carve out her place within this world. She has no equal, and does not need someone else to emulate."

He places his fork down on his napkin. "A shame that this obscure figure you speak of -- Lord Corrin -- needed someone else to design his path for him. Perhaps if he'd had a better hands to guide and support him, he would have been more of a visionary. A failing, perhaps, on his most trusted confidantes."