In the VIP lounge at the sword club.
"Haaa…" A man with gray hair massaged his shoulder.
"From the very moment you stepped in here, I knew you were going to cause trouble here."
"What do you mean?" The other man feigned ignorance.
"Issac, I don't care what tricks you have under your sleeve, but don't you dare mess with the people in my place." His tone became sharp, and his body exuded a terrifying pressure, cracking the cups placed over the table.
"Nathan, since when did you become so hot-headed?"
Beside him, Issac gave a gentlemanly smile and waved his hands gracefully, which countered the pressure released by Nathan.
Even a small gesture of his was filled with elegance, filled with an inexplicable charm.
Nathan, eyes became cold seeing Issac smiling under his intense gaze. He may not hold any important position in the student council, but he held the ranked privileges and his rank was just below Issac in the third year.
