"What a weird dream..."
Was that when Ephera forced me to accompany them in that shopping mall?
"Edward!" Professor Erwin's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "Are you paying attention?"
"Ah?" I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness.
I can't believe I'm stuck in this boring history class.
"Thirty points will be deducted from the Basilisk class," Professor Erwin announced sternly, his glasses perched on his nose.
My classmates groaned in protest. We were only a few points away from moving up to the Pegasus class, and this setback meant we might miss the chance.
"Wait, Professor!" I spoke up, hoping to avoid further damage to our class's score.
But before I could say anything else, my classmates started to complain.
"We didn't do anything wrong!"
"This isn't fair!"
Who is going to die in the Enigma Dungeon Event...?