Chapitre 233: A Troubled Teacher

Tick-Tock. Tock-Tock. 

Only 10 seconds had gone by since he sat across this student of his.

But to him, it felt like an eternity, with the abnormal pressure and tension swimming across the scene. 

'Should I say something?' 

Angzen was honestly trying his best to contain his already bottled-up fury. 

But seeing the state of silence they were in, for some reason, his mouth refused to utter his complaints. 

It all began when he sat on the chair, and Dorian lit the 4 candles on the ends of the table. 

Brrm! 

The yellowish hue made their faces glow all the more thanks to the red canopy that seemed to elect and cause an even more dramatic visual within the room.

'What a pure smell.' 

The candle smelt like nothing he had ever smelt before. 

In fact, he didn't even know whether what he smelt was actually an aroma or not.