Chapter 91: sarcastic
Lor and Kiara stepped back into the classroom together.
The room was a haze of afternoon light slanting through the arched windows, dust motes dancing in the beams, the air thick with the scent of chalk and lingering mana residue from the morning’s spells.
Students had already trickled back from lunch, their chatter a low murmur that died as eyes flicked toward the pair—subdued, curious, but silent.
No one dared comment on the queen bee and the class nobody walking side by side, no visible tension, no explosive drama.
Just an eerie calm, like the eye of a storm where lightning could strike at any moment.
They took their seats without a word, desks still joined from earlier, Kiara sliding into hers with graceful nonchalance, her skirt whispering against the wood as she crossed her legs.
Lor settled beside her, his posture relaxed but alert, his hazel eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on the board.
The atmosphere hung heavy—classmates stealing glances but saying nothing, their whispers hushed, as if the balance between Lor and Kiara had shifted the entire room’s gravity.
Miss Silvia stood at the front, her auburn hair still impeccably buned, glasses perched on her nose as she continued the lesson on spell harmonics, her voice steady and commanding, sigils glowing faintly on the board with each flick of her chalk.
She noticed them enter but didn’t pause.
The lecture flowed, but Kiara remained oddly quiet, her usual icy defiance muted.
Her fingers tapped the desk occasionally, a restless rhythm, her icy blue eyes stealing side glances at Lor, studying him like a puzzle she hadn’t quite solved.