Chapter 37: Midterms
“Who is that? That guy?”
“He was definitely just talking to Cecil, right?”
“Never seen him before, but he’s wearing a proctor’s armband...”
My sudden appearance among the Academy’s first-year students—at an age brimming with curiosity—immediately sparked an excited stir.
“He looks super shady...”
“Yeah, yeah, he totally seems like he’s up to something.”
“Do his eyes even see anything, squinting like that?”
Of course, half the comments were filled with slander about my appearance.
Honestly, what spiteful little brats, judging people based on looks instead of character.
“Hm, I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere...”
“Right, me too. Where could it have been?”
“If he were a noble we’d met with our fathers, there’s no way I wouldn’t remember.”