Chapter 64: Heldenstein(4)
"Then we should beg—"
Creeak.
Before the man could speak, the doors swung open again. Making every student present in the hall turn their heads. The silhouette of two figures could be seen—Both males.
Then a voice uttered.
"Kept you waiting, huh?"
The two man entered the room, their footsteps echoing on the marble tiles below. One of them wore round glasses, the bridge resting on his nose. He had brown hair with black undertones, slightly tousled around the top.
His grey eyes were wavering as he held his head low, avoiding the gazes directed towards him. Sweat trickling down his face, his hands clasped together in front. He seemed like a sweet and anxious guy who had lost his way in the marketplace.
But what demanded everyone's gaze was the man alongside him. He had a different air about him—Cold like death, elegant like a noble. He stepped forward with confidence, his gaze fixed towards the podium, silver eyes locking with the man on the stage.
He had a light shade of blonde hair that seemed like the colour of wheat, framing a face as sharp as an executioner's axe. His face was expressionless with no signs of any twitching.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know never seen him before..."