Lanci's steps were as light as a drifting breeze, his figure indistinct in the dim hallway light, making him seem like a messenger emerging from the deep darkness of the corridor.
Unlike the majority of demon students, Lanci's demon features were all white, giving an impression of elegance and harmlessness, like a medical or support class demon.
However, in the eyes of the fortunate Demon Student Bachel who was caught by Lanci and Hyperion, this white glow from the purgatory only brought about endless peculiarities and upheaval.
Because Bachel, as the victim, knew full well what crazy, wicked things this white demon had done in the examination field!
"Why did you run?"
Lanci stood beside the demon student Bachel, his friendly voice sounded like a light breeze gently skimming the lake surface, yet it carried a certain austere seriousness that couldn't be swayed.
You have the nerve to ask me?
