Dead Soul Exorcist

43 | The Attack Began

Dravon always thought that no school building in the entire kingdom of Varidianth could surpass the nobility school in the city of Umbravale. Its large and tall structure was made of stones so strong that they became sturdier with each rain. Various colored trees were planted close together, so the falling leaves would blend harmoniously across the schoolyard, creating its own ever-changing painting every day.

If only Dravon had the money, he would surely paint all of it on a canvas. But he wasn't sure if his father's salary as a gardener at the palace could afford to send Dravon's painting equipment to Umbravale. Dravon should have been able to pick it up, but since the beginning, he only had a small room in a special building for servant living quarters, and the Queen despised him. So, the only place Dravon could consider home now was his room at the Umbravale orphanage, where he shared it with nine other children.

That morning, the sky was so overcast, the leaves had fallen, and th