Chapter 87
A student with straight black hair that grew down to her waist.
She wore a neat gray school uniform. Asil strode toward the student, who looked like she had just come home from school.
Barbie let out a bewildered exclamation.
"Where are you going?"
It seemed a minor had caught his eye.
I awkwardly got to my feet as well. It wouldn't look good for the youngest to just sit there blankly while the senior moved.
A high school girl sat not too far away.
Nothing seemed particularly incongruous about the way she carefully held an opera glass in one hand. She lacked the charisma or aggression that emanated from the elders. No stinging gaze came from their retainers lurking nearby.
She was just an ordinary student, with nothing of the sort detectable.