'Why… why do I feel so frustrated?'
As Adonis stood among his classmates, hearing the words of the great Ralyks, he couldn't help but grate his teeth.
A sense of restlessness and unease rested upon him, and he calmed himself by squeezing his hand while placing both hands behind him.
He did his best to express a neutral expression, but any observant person could tell he was upset.
'I was never this strong in my past life. None of us were. This power that Sir Ralyks has is unreal…' His thoughts echoed as he stared at the dark-cloaked figure.
'… It honestly shouldn't exist. Still, I'm glad it does. If not, we would all be dead and humanity would have already lost.'
Adonis truly felt grateful for Ralyks and his existence in their lives—even if he didn't completely understand it yet—however, something ate at him.
It was something he desperately tried to avoid, but Adonis was fighting a losing battle.
'Why do I feel so envious…?'
