Silas stood in the field, his gaze gentle.
The scenario that had occurred earlier replayed in his mind as he watched the people gathering there.
"Rion, why didn't you tell me that the academy does not accept banished citizens?" he asked, his tone slightly raised.
"I am sorry, Master Silas," Rion replied, his voice still cold.
Silas shook his head.
"So, I must fight here," he said, turning to the person beside him.
Levi looked at Silas calmly, then nodded.
"Lest I forget, where is the governor and Celeste?" he asked with furrowed brows.
"I don't see why that is of your concern," Levi replied, cold and aloof.
"I welcome you all to the first placement match."
Just then, a loud voice echoed through the entire field, reaching everyone's ears simultaneously.
Silas turned to look at the person.
It was a man with auburn-colored hair and silver eyes that seemed like they could pierce through anyone's soul.
He floated in the sky with his two hands folded at his back.
