As Kael and Ren sat at the far corner of the auditorium, enjoying their relative isolation from the commotion.
A group of boys approached them with an air of entitlement.
Leading them was Eric.
Kael knows him very well— As he was bitten almost 100 times by Protagonist .
A smug young man from a first-class noble house.
"Hey, you two, stand up," Eric barked, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"We'll be sitting here. This isn't a spot for the likes of you."
Kael, unfazed, leaned back slightly and glanced up at Eric with a neutral expression.
"I'm comfortable here. Find another seat."
Eric's face twitched at the defiance, but it was the boy beside him, a lackey eager to please, who stepped forward aggressively.
"Don't you know who he is? Eric is from the House of Blackthorne. Show some respect and get out of his way!"
Kael's calm demeanor didn't waver.
