I should have fucking foreseen it.
Lady Luck has never been on my damn side.
Pushing aside a man who stood in front of me, the crowd before me instinctively made way. With my hands still casually resting in my pockets, I strode forward with a calm demeanor.
I could hear echoes of the same kind of girlish squeals that had accompanied Victor's arrival, as was to be expected given my lineage.
"Olphean?"
"Could he be related to Connor...?"
"Look at his pendant! Maybe he is."
"Shh! Don't mention him, he's dead!"
"Wait, I heard he's Christina's cousin?"
"Is he flaunting his family?"
"Why can't he be humble like other Great Nobles?"
"Can someone who's come from outside, a 'lesser' human, really be considered a true Great Noble?"
"A Half who's not even from here?"
"This is so strange..."
"I doubt he really belongs in this academy..."
"Quiet down! He's a criminal too, look at his cuffs!"
