"You must be Arslan... the young boy of the Crimson family." The Headmaster said as he landed right before Arslan.
Eliza was keeping a diffident stance while Arslan looked at the tall man in front of him with a fierce gaze. His sight was blurred by the unstoppable bleeding of his wounds but he was still sufficiently awake to think straight.
"Why do you know my name? We have never met before..." Arslan said showing distrust with his short answer. He was just an outer disciple, after all. Why should the Headmaster care about remembering an outer disciple's name? In the meantime, his Darkness' Domain was gone and his eyes were back to their natural crimson color.
"Hahahaha you are straightforward and distrustful as the rumors say."
"..."
"Your eyes are the same as your father's. That's how I guessed who you are." The Headmaster said pointing his forefinger at Arslan's left eye. A dark smoke came out of the Headmaster's skin.
