"Guess you've learned your lesson." Alaric scoffed and released Tyler, who still wiggled in pain and fear. Well, it was simply because Alaric had broken his shoulder joints, so it might take Tyler several days to get treated in the academy's hospital.
"Goodbye. Hope next time, don't let me see your stupid face again." Alaric shrugged quietly, turned around, and headed to his classroom, ignoring the chatter from everyone nearby.
It was quite satisfying to get rid of that heavy stone sticking in his body. He made sure that now the slave could rest in peace.
Pretty soon, Alaric stood in front of the classroom for privileged students. He was a bit fluttery for no reason.
But then, he lightly shook his head, opened the door, and walked in.
Still the usual four students, but now, it was a bit different. Well, they no longer ignored him. Just gave him a cautious look, yet still full of resentment—especially Phyllis and that scar-faced young man.
