The thirty-eight (38) students of Class Mu from the Hero Academy's Year II were all bewildered and flustered, as if they had just seen an unpleasant visage of their once former fallen noble classmate.
"Lugh...? Is that really him?"
"Wh-what's the meaning of this?!"
"We were just on the island! How are we wherever this place is?"
With their hands restrained by [mana nullifier] chains, causing them to be restricted from drawing any mana from their souls, courtesy of the Lunar Castle's old yet efficient technology from its very expansive treasure vault, all they could do was to voice out their displeasure.
Seeing and confirming my presence, their utter confusion and fear simultaneously vanished. After all, I was just from a fallen noble family who lost its everything against the sadistic Count Othenwald, and was a bully and pervert student until my status had gone into hell after that territorial war—at least that's what their delusions were feeding them.
