"Uneducated?" To be honest, Phyllis felt offended. A slave—a kind of person who usually had no education—now he dared to say such things to her.
Especially seeing Dana's smile, the one she always hated, made a tinge of anger rise in her. Though she was someone who could get angry over small things, she always had her own way to handle it.
Smashing her enemy into pieces.
"I remember your face, slave! I'm gonna crush you in the training lesson tomorrow."
Alaric frowned slightly but then shrugged. He had no choice but to let this happen. Since his inferior status had been revealed, if he didn't want his life at the academy buried under the bullying of bastards, he had to take a stand. Of course, the best way to do it was to prove to everyone that he was unyielding and tough—that he wasn't an easy target. Even if he lost, he would at least take down a hand or something from them.
