Math Is Magic Chapter 10: CHAPTER 10: Counting Tears

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After climbing the stairs and reaching the second floor of the central part of the royal palace, Carmen, Mirac, and Professor Shirkenn stopped in front of the classroom door. The long corridor, adorned with plants and golden candelabras, seemed to observe the young Prince with a silent warning. "Now that we've arrived, I'll leave you alone then," said Carmen, executing a flawless about-face to return to her many duties. But after just a few steps, she stopped abruptly, casting a final piercing glance at Mirac. "Young Prince… I don't think it's necessary to remind you to behave with the proper respect toward Professor Shirkenn, is it?" A cold shiver ran through Mirac, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 'Damn, when Carmen looks at me like that, she's really scary!' he thought, trying to keep a composed expression. Without waiting for a response, Carmen walked away with a determined stride, leaving Mirac and Shirkenn alone in a silence heavy with expectation. For a moment, the two stared at each other, a brief instant of mutual appraisal. "Alright. Umm… Shall we go in?" said Vincent, attempting to break the awkward silence as he placed his hand on the door's golden handle, uncertain whether to wait for a cue or to proceed. "I'd say the answer is obvious, Professor Shirkenn," Mirac replied in a slightly bored tone. With a quick nod and a deep breath, Vincent opened the door, revealing the classroom that would become their daily meeting place. "Wow!" exclaimed Mirac, unable to hide his amazement as his eyes roamed eagerly around the room. The classroom was a marvel of elegance and attention to detail, perfectly suited to a young Prince. The space was a large, bright rectangle, with a light wood plank floor that added warmth and a natural touch to the room. The walls were divided horizontally into two sections: the lower half was covered in dark, polished wood planks, smooth and well-maintained, continuing the natural and inviting theme of the floor. The upper half, on the other hand, was simply plastered in a vanilla-colored shade, similar to that of the palace corridors, helping to reflect the light coming from the windows and giving the room a sober yet sophisticated appearance. Tall arched windows dominated the wall opposite the door, flooding the room with natural light and offering a panoramic view of the royal gardens. The lush flowers and plants seemed to sway gently with the breeze, as if cheering on Mirac for his future lessons. In the center of the room stood the only desk, entirely reserved for the young Prince. The wood was polished and finished with golden details along the edges, a symbol of refinement and royalty. On the desktop lay a few books, a notebook bound in black leather, and a silver inkwell with a raven feather, ready for the first lesson. At the short end of the room, far from the door, a large oak lectern decorated with golden floral inlays dominated, accompanied by velvet-cushioned red chairs. On one side of the table, a selection of leather-bound volumes ranged across history, philosophy, and military strategy texts, promising to guide Mirac through the vastness of knowledge. Behind the professor's lectern, a large black chalkboard framed in dark wood awaited formulas and notes, with white chalks neatly aligned along the edge. Above the board, a decorated bronze clock ticked rhythmically, marking each moment of this new beginning. Along the wall opposite the windows, a row of dark wood shelves housed books, ancient maps, and various study instruments: globes, compasses, and brass astrolabes. Between the shelves, curious objects could be glimpsed: a small golden telescope, scrolls tied with silk ribbons, glass vials filled with vividly colored liquids, and an ancient globe with unknown continents that sparked the young Prince's curiosity. 'I'll study them carefully during geography lessons...' Mirac thought, already imagining himself exploring those mysteries. Hanging on the walls, po