Gara grinned and shook his head, finding Miki's words too ridiculous to even bother replying.
Just then, what he'd been waiting for finally happened. The Headmaster, Asta Elfutih, and the Vice Headmaster, Agus Soren, entered the great hall, followed by a group of staff and professors.
"Their aura is insane," Jett muttered.
"No kidding," Gara replied, his eyes gleaming like stars.
Madha, sitting beside him, sighed softly before following Gara's gaze toward the vice headmaster.
Even though the middle-aged man up front was the grandfather of their classmate, Agus Soren looked nothing like a typical old man. Like Asta Elfutih, he carried a timeless youth. His face resembled an older version of Revan—jet-black glossy hair, pale skin, eyes dark as night laced with a faint red glow, and long, sharp fangs.
With that commanding presence and air of maturity, he appeared far more striking than his grandson. And that fact made Madha—without realizing it—feel oddly uneasy.
