It was like the guy was just picking random people and throwing insults at them.
Every few seconds, Professor Drake's sharp eyes would land on some poor soul, and the next moment his tongue lashed like a whip.
A noble boy with perfect posture?
"Peacock."
A shy girl fumbling with her pen?
"Snail."
One unfortunate student who sneezed too loudly?
"Do that again, and I'll teach you a spell that makes your lungs collapse."
The insults flew with no clear pattern, like he was just spinning a wheel of cruelty in his head and letting it land wherever it pleased.
And to Azel, sitting at his desk beside Sybil, it was almost… funny.
Back in the game, he had laughed whenever this professor appeared.
Drake had been a memorable NPC, always barking and snarling like a chained dog, daring players to prove him wrong.
It was part of his "charm," the way he mocked everyone equally but secretly wanted them to surpass him.
