Chapter 19: The Unnatural Instructor
Silas chuckled, grabbing Cynthia's arm with a firm but playful grip, his eyes glinting with mischief beneath the shadow of his messy bangs.
"You know what...? Sounds fun."
He flashed a crooked, mischievous smirk before striding confidently into the center of the crowd. His boots crunched on twigs and scattered leaves as he clapped his hands twice, the sharp sound cutting through the murmur of students.
"All right then," he called out, voice loud and commanding. "Due to the gracious orders from our dear Lady Cynthia here, I'll be assisting you in this lesson."
He gestured with exaggerated flair toward Cynthia, who folded her arms with a slight smirk, watching him work the crowd.
"Got no problems with that?"
Silas rested his arms on his hips, chin lifted in mock pride, a glint of arrogance flashing in his eyes. Having been through the Forest of Trials twice now, he looked every bit like a seasoned veteran—a cocky, self-proclaimed tour guide in a land of death.
"Well... it's better than nothing," one student muttered.
"It's the best chance we got," another added, shifting nervously.