Kapitel 45: Ready To Hear My Whims?

"Hey, he's my prince. So move along and leave me be." Crescent whispered under her breath, which she was sure that Damon heard. After all, he was standing beside her.

Gone was the barrier that protected the ambivalent students because of the lack of focus of the caster of the spell. Deon, son of Undine, was still captive with Damon's left hand. The latter kept his right hand tucked under his pocket.

In a bored tone, he asked the flustered Deon again, as if he did not hear her. "What is happening here?"

"Control your people, Damon."

Deon finally took the courage to remove his fist from Damon's palm as if he was never cowering a few minutes ago. Trying to save his dignity in front of his fellow ambivalent students, Deon straightened his shoulders as he tried earnestly to meet the glowing pair of embers—his topaz eyes were shaking.