Chapitre 533: The Storm’s Aftermath (4)

Meanwhile, as Cynrik began gravity training, the rest of MyrkLys was still at the arena. Unlike his older brother, who had brushed off Geralt and practically fled the crime scene, Brance stayed back to do damage control. 

"What the fuck was that all about? Whose bloody idea…no, you know what, what that brat did was completely on brand for him." Clenching his fists tightly, Geralt vented his frustrations to no one in particular. 

"Headmaster Rivia, can we please take this conversation elsewhere? There are eyes and ears all over the place." Glancing around with [Mana Sight] active, Brance stepped up and whispered in a soft voice that Geralt alone could hear. 

Shutting his mouth instantly and shooting a glance at Brance, signifying he understood, Geralt turned around and led the way out of the main arena area and into a private box meant for teaching staff and administrators.