"I'm Jason."
As Jason spoke, he looked at the dagger in the hands of the female student council president.
Narrow and prism-shaped, with triple blood grooves, the blade seemed to have been treated to be non-reflective, showing no glint even under sunlight.
Moreover, there was a layer of liquid attached to it.
A faint stench of blood emanated from this liquid.
Poison!
Jason instantly confirmed.
The way he looked at the female student council president started to become playful.
Without a doubt, had he truly treated the opposite party as someone awaiting slaughter, he would have been the one dead at this moment — although he was immortal, this did not mean Jason was willing to waste his satiety recklessly.
Jason's gaze became playful.
The female student council president's eyes, however, were cautious.
"A veteran soldier."
"Even having been through many battles."
"There are some things that you just can't know."
She said word by word.
