{Author note: I will write this chapter in the third-person perspective.}
"You can't break the line just like that!!" complained a young man.
There was a bunch of guys trying to get in the front by breaking the line.
"Do you even know who you are talking to?" asked one of the boys who was breaking the line, he spoke arrogantly.
"Stop it! it's Jakob Werner, he is the son of the duke and with him, it's Killian Dirksen, the young master of the Dirksen family. Leave them be. you don't want to mess with them." Warned the friend of the young man who was complaining about them breaking the line.
After knowing their identity, the young man didn't raise any objection.
For the young man, those boys were something he didn't want to mess with. Especially because he was just a commoner.
"Good, from next time know your place before opening your mouth." Said Killian Dirksen arrogantly.
Killian Dirksen was a typical example of a rich brat. Being raised in a rich environment gave him a sense of superiority over others and his slight above-average potential over magic made his superiority complex even worse.
Frank, Killian, and Jakob are friends because of their similar backgrounds.
These three are infamous for their actions in the Goldberg city, they are known to go too far for setting examples out of people.
One time they smacked a guy into a near-death state and the other time they destroyed a shop just because they found the food slightly salty.
Frank never directly took part in those things, but he never stopped and watched them as they did things on their own.
There were also times where Frank also took part in those acts with them. For Frank, Killian, and Jakob doing acts like this, setting examples out of people, showing their superiority makes them cool. At least that's what they think.
After breaking the line, the group of nine boys led by Killian and Jakob went to the front of the line to register their names.
"Hey boy, register us." one of the boys called out desk staff who was registering the participant. of course, it was Grey who was registering the participant list.
A friendly smile formed on Grey's lips, a smile which showed that he meant no harm.
"Sorry sir, I would have to tell you guy's to wait on the back of the line for your turn." Informed Grey politely.
Having never heard "No" before, the boys thought they haven't heard Grey properly.
"What did you just say?" asked Killian, reconfirming if he had heard correctly.
"I said that you guys will have to wait on the----" Before he could finish the sentence Grey was interrupted by Jakob.
"Do you know who we are?" asked Jakob, he wasn't mad he was just amused by the situation.
Jakob and Killian were sure that Grey didn't know their identity. Since no one would deny them knowing their identity,
And they loved to savor the reaction of people once they get know their identity. They love to see their reactions.
"I think your identity doesn't have anything to do with this situation." Replied Grey still politely.
Their amusement quickly turned into a hint of anger after hearing what Grey had to say.
"I want to see if you still act this arrogant after hearing our identity." Warned Killian.
Grey leaned further on the table and rested his chin over on the palm of his hand.
"Enlighten me." Said Grey as he threw a sneer at them.
One of the guys stepped forward.
"This is the young master of the Wener family and the son of the duke, His name is Jakob Werner." The boy who stepped forwards introduced Jakob and then he turned towards Killian "This is the young master of the Dirksen family, his name is Killian Dirksen."
Dirksen is one of the first-grade families of Goldberg city.
Jakob looked towards the Grey excitedly to savor his facial reaction upon knowing their identity.
'Show me that dread. I want to see the fear build up in your eyes. Now show me what kind of facial expression you have to offer.' Thought Jakob as he turned towards Grey to enjoy his facial reaction.
But he was met with Grey's poker face, there was no change in his facial expression. No shock, no fear, no regret, there was no reaction at all.
In contrast to Grey's facial expression, The facial expression on the face of those nine boys told a different story.
"Do you even know who Dirksen family and Werner family is?!!" yelled Jakob. His anger was apparent by the red veins popping out on his forehead.
"Of course, I know what Werner family is, since our duke is a member of the Werner family, and it should be pretty obvious since I am working for the duke currently. I am one of the working staff for the festival." Replied Grey as he looked directly into Jakob's eye.
Grey turned his attention towards Killian as he said "I also know Dirksen family, they are one of the first-tier noble family, right?"
Grey leaned back on the chair as he asked "But my question remains the same, what does your identity has to do with you breaking the line?".
With this, it was apparent for the nine boys. Grey looked down on them.
Their blood boiled knowing the fact that Grey was looking at them like he was looking at a pile of shit.
"Hahahahahaha" Laughed Killian, "It looks we haven't set an example for a long time. People seem to forget our fear."
Killian looked at Grey with a distasteful gaze as he said "This is a good chance, we will set a good example through this bastard.".
"Grab him." Ordered Jakob.
At his order, two boys headed towards Grey to hold him down.
Grey didn't move from his place, but he looked at them and said " Now now calm down, you don't need to so work up over nothing and besides----" Grey violet-indigo shone brighter as he gazed at them, "How are you guy's planning to set an example out of me when you are so-------- weak?".
The two guys who were heading towards Grey felt a sudden pressure pressing them down. Their instincts screamed to not move an inch and even if they wanted to, they couldn't.
The same pressure was felt by the rest of the boys, including Killian and Jakob.
Grey stood up and walked towards them. He halted right beside Killian as Grey placed his over Killian's shoulder.
"I am asking you, how are you going to set an example out of me?" asked Grey, his voice was calm, and his tone was so low that it could be considered as a cold whisper.
Now that Grey was closer to Killian, Killian felt even more pressure than before. Cold sweat ran down his neck, it was harder for him to breathe with each breath, he felt sick, the food that he ate this afternoon wanted to vomit its way out, his legs were weak which made it harder to stand on his own feet.
The following experience was something he had never experienced before.
The fear he was experiencing currently was the fear of death...….
{Author note: I wanted to try this type of writing style, hehe.}