Meanwhile, as Rain and Ethan were busy finding someone to join their group, Galahad walked towards that bored-looking little girl with pink hair that kept on yawning.
"Excuse me. You're that miss that I bumped into earlier, right? My name is Galahad Mubal."
Galahad introduced himself as he bowed courteously at the pink haired little woman.
In truth, Galahad had second thoughts approaching the young lady, but seeing that this was not the time to be timid and reserved as his life was on the line, he swallowed his pride and approached the little woman.
The pink-haired girl just droopily looked at Galahad before she lazily answered, "I guess. The name's Rin Zilva. Nice ta' meet cha'."
Galahad's smile grew more expansive, and he actually looked kind and handsome amidst his rough exteriors.
"Do you want to form a group with me seeing that we came from the same Kingdom?"
Rin gave Galahad a scrutinizing gaze before she nodded her little head.
On the other side, ten meters away from Rin and Galahad, stood Alfonse with his arrogant and reserved air. But even with this, women still flocked around him, asking for him to join their group.
Alfonse remained calm and indifferent as he walked past those women towards a lovely girl with long white hair tied in a ponytail, standing alone at the corner with her haughty face, crossing her arms on her chest.
"Arca."
Alfonse called, which garnered a frown from all the women. The women sized the beauty, who was called Arca. When they saw Alfonse and the pretty girl seemed to know each other, they gave up and walked towards their chosen corridor.
Arca glanced over and saw the approaching handsome man. She had known Alfonse Vormont since young. They could be considered as childhood playmates since their family was close.
"Alfonse," Arca greeted back with her usual haughty voice.
Alfonse sighed and shook his head as he saw her sorry state.
Arca was not like the students here. She was just a wealthy girl who knew how to fight. She couldn't absorb arcane energy to heal herself. Thus, it wasn't surprising to see her in a pale sorry state even though she tried so hard to conceal it.
"How bad is it?" Alfonse asked when he was just inches away from her.
"Hmm . . . My right eardrum's broken. Besides the headaches and muscle pains here and there. I'm still good to go."
Arca didn't hide her condition. She had worse than this, though she always had a healer on standby beside her to heal her injuries.
Healers were those who specialized in the arcane of spells that focused more on healing and support.
But now that she was stuck in this dilapidated hall with no one to ask for help, she had to endure. And even though she wanted to ask for help, her pride wouldn't allow her. She couldn't accept to lower herself in something like asking for help from strangers. That would be a disgrace to her name.
Alfonse sighed once more. He couldn't exactly help her since he specialized in attacks, not spells.
He grabbed Arca's tiny hand as he led her towards Rain's group.
"Come on. I saw that kid used a healing spell a while ago. We can ask him to patch you up."
Arca didn't argue as she already knew Alfonse's personality. He was a very stubborn guy. Although Alfonse, too, didn't like to ask for help, when it came to people who were important to him, he would do everything for that person, even smudging his noble title.
And besides, Arca did need healing if she wanted to venture into those corridors frolicking with beasts.
As Arca and Alfonse made their way towards Rain's group, another pair of eyes followed them, full of hate and contempt, directed explicitly towards Alfonse. With Alfonse's stunning good looks and charms, he would attract every woman's attention, and of course, the men's jealousy and hate at the same time.
Amidst this group of men, Percival just sneered not because he was jealous but because he felt genuine hatred towards Alfonse –– towards nobles in particular.
He shook his head before replacing the frown on his face with a kind smile as he walked in the direction of that pretty woman with silky black hair who was shifting her head left and right, unsure of what to do.
"Excuse me. My name is Percival Gallant." Percival extended his hand.
But when the girl's obsidian eyes met his dark brown ones, he momentarily lost his soul.
"Uhmm . . . I-I'm . . . Pamela Rossi . . ." Pamela hesitated before she gradually shook Percival's hand.
Percival was rudely pulled back to his body when a bolt of electricity shocked his system when their skin touched. He immediately retracted his hand as if needles pricked it.
"Uhmm . . . ugh . . . if you d-don't mind. D-do you want to join our group?" Percival asked, stammering as he tried to compose himself. He awkwardly pointed to a group of boys hurdling around not far from them.
Pamela checked the boys out. She felt a bit repulsed when she saw their eyes shone at the sight of her.
"Accept it. Those boys will be a good meat shield for you. Not that you need any," Morpheus whispered in Pamela's mind.
"Uhmm . . . If you don't mind having me . . . then I'll accept your offer."
Percival's eyes twinkled at hearing her answer.
"Great! Don't worry! With me protecting you, you have nothing to fear!" He proclaimed in complete arrogance and confidence that Morpheus couldn't help but sneer.
"Geh! Looks like everyone already formed groups. What to do? What to do?" An easy-going man with red hair, raised sleeves, and an unbuttoned shirt and jacket vigorously shifted his head from left to right. When he saw Rain's group of two, his face immediately lit up.