He had promised Martha that he would complete his university education, so he had no choice but to spend some time at school.
Listening to the elderly professor on the podium speak about the history of American literature, Eric's thoughts drifted to another matter.
Arthur, the future Aquaman, hadn't contacted him for a year; he didn't believe anything had happened to him.
He had previously carved a small mark on Mera's back, which could help him track her location at any time.
Even if she was in the deep, bottomless ocean, the Staff could still use this mark to find her.
With a complex light flickering in his eyes, Eric narrowed his gaze.
Having become the King of Atlantis, was the result that he couldn't keep his promise?
As he thought, he casually pulled out a purple envelope.
This was a letter Mera had mailed to him a month ago.
It mentioned that she had completed her mission, helping Arthur ascend to the throne of Atlantis.
So, what kind of actions would Homelander, who claimed to protect her kingdom, take to prove his strength?
"It seems Aquaman has already told the Sea Queen his identity."
Eric frowned as he looked at the handwriting on the envelope.
Eric wasn't too surprised that Arthur hadn't fulfilled his promise—to cede the throne of Atlantis to him.
After all, that was the throne that ruled the ocean; even if Arthur wanted to give up his power, the mermen who looked down on humans and revered him as king would probably not agree.
However—
Eric put away the envelope and looked at the students gradually leaving the classroom as the bell rang, his expression becoming somewhat playful.
No matter who it was, any debt owed to him would not disappear for no reason, but would only increase with accumulated interest over time.
He still had many ways to collect his principal from Aquaman, along with his interest.
Eric waited until all the students had left, then packed his bag.
A girl in the last row of the classroom, wearing a purple hood and an open athletic windbreaker, walked happily towards Eric.
"Brother, your fan club is planning an event!"
After a year of growth, Rachel, whose height had shot up to a full 1.4 meters, timidly asked Eric, "Can I participate?"
"You've already decided, why are you still asking me?"
"I'm not very sure!"
Rachel showed an embarrassed expression, "I'm still little, I've never participated in a university social gathering before!"
"I think—"
Eric finished packing his things, looked at his sister, who had grown more in a year than others did in three or four, and sighed, saying, "You should start with the most basic activities, such as normal interactions among kindergarten children, rather than participating in activities among university students."
Eric advised his overly precocious sister.
"I don't have anything in common with those children. Besides accompanying you to class, my favorite thing is to learn Black Magic with Zatanna."
Rachel leaned in, looked up at Eric and asked, "Brother, Zatanna said she knew me a long time ago, she knew me when I was in Mom's belly, is that true?!"
"Perhaps."
Eric reached out, took Rachel's hand, and walked outside.
"When you study Black Magic with Zatanna, don't get too close to those people in the magical world, especially that bastard Constantine."
Eric casually told his sister.
"Why?"
Rachel didn't understand why her brother wanted her to stay away from people in the magical world.
She felt that those people were very good to her, and very hospitable, liking to teach her Black Magic and treat her to delicious cookies.
Although most of the time, she found those strange spells and inscriptions very headache-inducing, and could only understand them forcefully with her talent.
"Because they are all a bunch of scoundrels with no bottom line."
Eric said, stroking Rachel's hair.
Perhaps it was "knowing shame and then having courage," after the incident where General Zod took her hostage, Rachel's desire to become stronger was stimulated.
After a year, her development of her abilities had entered a very good stage.
She could skillfully control the magical power inherited from Trigon within her; telepathy, flight, "shadow attacks," and similar superpowers were gradually being mastered by her.
Although somewhat unstable when unleashed, her abilities already surpassed Zatanna's when she was underage.
"Okay—"
Listening to Eric's assessment of Constantine and the various magical community members, Rachel nodded, somewhat half-believing.
She should listen to her brother's advice and interact less with Uncle Constantine and others, but the progress of her Black Magic studies could not be interrupted.
Rachel's eyes darted around, and she had already set her sights on the Black Magic book in Eric's room.
At this moment, Eric had no idea that the little loli was eyeing the Black Magic book he had obtained from the Owl Council.
At this moment, he was attracted by the television in the university's common lounge.
The television was broadcasting a speech by a White House senator.
A dark-skinned Black woman was discussing the topic of metahumans.
Her location was the square in front of Washington, and countless people surrounded the square.
Countless people of different skin colors held up signs, listening to the senator's speech.
The signs read "Earth is ours, not aliens'!", "Metropolis Tragedy, we need an explanation!", "Down with Homelander, long live humanity!", and so on, openly opposing Clark and himself.
Looking at the gathered crowd, Eric's eyes showed a cold expression, and his brows furrowed.
Rachel, who was sensitive, could perceive the emotions of others, and whose soul was connected to Eric, felt her brother's emotions and nervously gripped Eric's hands tightly.
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