A sense of distrust lingered over the atmosphere. The students stared at one another, filled with caution and wary. The heavy, tense silence stretched — until a voice eventually shattered it apart.
"Oh, well..." Eugene chuckled, his hand patting over Arcuied's shoulders.
Arcuied raised his brows, curious. At that moment, everyone's attention was directed at Eugene.
"Goodluck, Arcuied." Eugene smiled, his body taking a step forward. He snapped his fingers — calling out to his teammates. "Ali. Warringson and Veena, follow me. We'll go on ahead."
In the crowd of students, three distinct students suddenly moved to Eugene. Under everyone's gaze, he continued walking forward, the three other students following his lead.
All the students — whether noble or civilian were speechless in disbelief. They tried to shout out a complain, but the rational sense of mind stopped their mouth — the man was a Pendragon.