The group made their way toward the Third Hall with whispers accompanying them. The onlookers didn't dare to show the slightest discourtesy at them, especially not with the white-cloaked alchemist leading the pack.
A prominent figure was at the front, gossips naturally followed. Whether they were gold-cloaked alchemists or azure-cloaked alchemists, even the black ones without stars, they all speculated in their own way. However, one thing was for sure, they all looked at the group differently. A hint of fear was present as the status that they imposed might be even greater than their own. Especially the young man walked at the same pace as their leader.
"The Third Hall is quite far from the Fifth Hall," commented Lyon as he put his hands behind his head. The nonchalant attitude brought disbelief of the onlookers but not the headmaster himself, for whom the latter was chuckling.
