Chapter 63: [Club house] [4] [Glideball]

"Is it just me, or did you guys also think about bathing in blood?"

As we walked through the hallway of the academy, Oliver mumbled, catching all of our attention.

"What kind of psychopathic question is that?" I asked, glancing at him with an annoyed look.

"Think about it; you're fighting with a full squad and—"

"Okay, enough. I don't want to hear about it," Aimar interjected sharply, making Oliver frown.

"...Why are you so sour?" With a smile, Oliver asked, "did something happen, brother?"

Before Aimar could reply, Oliver continued, grinning, "yeah, right, you didn't form a contract with a spirit."

"It's fine, you're here to protect me anyway," Aimar replied nonchalantly, waving his hand before he looked at me.

"But are we seriously going to ignore the fact that Az has contracted three spirits?"

"Yeah, I thought contracting with only one spirit was possible," Ethan chimed in, looking at me with interest.