Chapter 103: A very bad meeting
The loud sound made everyone turn to look at the door. A man with a massive beer belly and a bald head walked into the restaurant, draped in the finest robes. There was a smug look on his face, as if he was on top of the world.
Following the man were three rough-looking men in leather armour. They looked more like bandits than guards.
Riven only spared the man a few seconds before returning to his food and eating. Mia had also seen this type of noble—those that flaunt it recklessly. She didn’t bother paying attention to the man; she ate her food as well.
But the man didn’t like that. Immediately, he laid eyes on the two of them and saw that they weren’t paying attention to him. At this point, he had not seen the crest of the academy on their uniforms.
He rushed towards them, his face contorted in anger. He placed his hand on Riven’s shoulder, making Riven stop eating.
"You brat, I don’t like the way you are eating. Leave here at once," he barked. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the two of them.
The noble was feeling all high and mighty until suddenly he felt a cold unlike anything he had felt before, and a heat that burned as hot as hell.
Until this day, he never thought it was possible to feel cold and heat at the same time. He was sweating and shivering simultaneously.
His eyes met with the cold glare of Riven and Mia. He instinctively tried to step back, but Riven was not having any of that. He grabbed hold of the man’s hand, picked his fork, and stabbed it into the back of the hand.