Chapter 69
The Schlaphe Hall lobby is as noisy as ever. The Ricks Corps lay sprawled on the floor, having been beaten like dogs again today, and Makdal was panting heavily. Interestingly, his usually mean expression seemed more relaxed than usual.
“Phew… you’re getting better.”
As Makdal laughed heartily, Ricks gritted his teeth and glared.
“…Are you mocking us right now?”
Makdal casually wiped his nose and said something plausible.
“Hmph, I’m saying it because I can see you’re covering your weaknesses. You realized your techniques were slow, didn’t you?”
Then he looked at the fallen members of Ricks’s group with a thoughtful gaze.
“And the others are moving more systematically. Maybe it’s because you all have good chemistry, but it’s the first time I’ve seen a group move as seamlessly as one organism.”
Watching this, Limberton scratched his head.