Chapter 612: Senior
Michael spoke subtly. In times like these, it was best not to reveal too much. The fact that this company’s name contained Edge and that it stood at the exact coordinates the academy email had provided was already suspicious enough. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, he couldn’t yet say.
For a moment, the woman blinked in surprise before her eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, so you’re one of the new students," she said, her professional smile returning. "My apologies. Since the official start date is still a week away, we haven’t fully arranged the reception schedules for early arrivals. Most new students usually come around that time."
Michael nodded slightly, understanding her words.
"However," she continued, glancing toward a floating display that flickered to life beside her, "you’re not the first to arrive early. A few new students came in the past few days... and even one earlier today."
Her gaze returned to him as she smiled again. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Michael. I’ll call someone to take over from here."
"Thank you," Michael replied softly.
As he spoke, he reached up and removed his tinted glasses, revealing the faint emerald glow in his eyes. The receptionist froze mid-motion. For a moment, her professionalism faltered. Her lips parted slightly as if she’d forgotten what she was about to say.
It wasn’t her fault. Michael’s appearance had that effect on people.
There was something almost unreal about him, an aura that carried quiet authority rather than arrogance. When paired with his voice, smooth and low, it became disarming.
Putting aside the various changes in his body, what Michael was also unaware of was that his act of pretending to be a noble back in the Land of Origin had left its mark on him.
The lady recovered quickly, blinking herself back into composure. "I’ll... I’ll call someone now," she said, her tone a bit stiffer than before.
A faint confusion flickered across Michael’s face, but he didn’t comment.