Chapter Forty-Eight: Shadowing
The blond teacher froze, then gritted his teeth angrily. He hated how Zenith sounded like he would select who he'd make his superiors?
He and the Mad Mage were the newest teachers here so everyone else was this superior! "All of us—"
"Then I am not interested." Zenith interrupted. "I don't need anyone to be my superior so don't worry."
Again, the blond teacher wondered why Zenith made it sound like having superiors were his choice and for his benefits.
Before he could push it further, Zenith left his sight. The blond teacher could only boil in silence and he didn't dare to follow him.
"Superiors, huh?"
A shiver ran down the blond teacher's back as he heard a rasped voice behind him. He slowly turned to her and resisted the urge to scream when he made eh contact with the Mad Mage.
"I-I-I was just telling him how he should… c-c-comport himself when in the midst of those—"
