"Francis, start the car!" I called out after we exited the academy. I hopped into the backseat alongside John and shouted at our driver.
"Milord? Who is this young man?" Francis questioned, puzzled.
"He's my friend! Just do it!" I responded, urging him to start the car.
"Yes, Milord," Francis complied reluctantly. "Are we heading back home, Milord?"
"No," I replied with a mischievous grin, leaning forward to peer through the windshield. "Follow that green car." I pointed to the vehicle a short distance away, which Amelia, Celeste, and Cylien had just entered.
Francis's eyes widened in recognition as he observed the occupants of the green car.
"Do you have water in this car?" John grumbled, irritated.
"This is my car, so you better be quiet," I scolded him, clearly annoyed.
