Lancet tried not to think about anything as he walked back to the Bronze Dorms. The images of Astensia on top of him, kissing him, straddling him kept flashing in his eyes. And when they weren't, they hid at the back of his mind, whispering her moans into his ears.
Thankfully, his walk back to the dorm offered an entirely new experience to help him get his mind off things.
Usually, whenever Lancet strolled through the Academy grounds, the whispers from those who recognized him were usually revolving around two popular insults: 'Slum rat and Dull Rank.' But today, the atmosphere had drastically shifted.
The stares weren't looking down on him anymore; they were looking at him, wide-eyed and cautious.
"Is that him?" a passing Year One student muttered to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice enough. "Wasn't he one of the Vanguard?"
"Yeah, that's him," her friend whispered back, eyes wide. "The one who killed the second Demon Head."
