The next morning, the academy was in an uproar.

  **"Lucian von Kaiser beat Dante?!"**

  **"How did he get so strong all of a sudden?"**

  **"No way, it must’ve been luck!"**

  I sipped my tea, ignoring the whispers.

  But as I looked around, I could feel **the change in atmosphere.**

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  Fear.

  The students who once mocked me now **avoided my gaze.**

  Even some instructors were giving me wary looks.

  And among the **Seven Prodigies**—

  **Elaine von Arden**, the cold Ice Witch, was watching me carefully.

  **Reyna Albrecht**, the paladin, frowned in thought.

  And worst of all—

  Leonhart Ascarion, the **Hero**, was studying me with sharp eyes.

  *Shit.*

  I was drawing **too much attention.**

  I needed to lay low.

  But before I could leave—

  A familiar voice called out.

  **"Lucian."**

  I turned.

  It was **Selene Darkmoor**.

  The **battle maniac** of the academy.

  And she was grinning at me like a predator.

  **"That fight with Dante looked fun."**

  She cracked her knuckles.

  **"Let’s have a match next."**

  …Damn it.

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