"I'm guessing that excuse of a professor told you my identity?"
Elione's voice had changed.
Gone was the trembling tone of the timid student with fogged glasses and a nervous smile.
What stood before Azel now was someone completely different… he was the same Elione however he was changed and there was something different in his eyes.
His voice had the tone of a noble who believed the world itself was beneath him.
No… it was far worse.
Azel's hand tightened on his sword hilt.
That voice… it sounded almost like the new magic professor.
'Racism too, huh?' he thought grimly. 'So the Fragment of the Sky comes with a god complex.'
"And if it was Professor Sebastian?" Azel asked.
He wasn't about to waste the trap yet.
He needed to confirm.
He could see it in Elione's eyes; the bastard was waiting for him to do something big.
He probably suspected Azel of having some hidden ace. And he wasn't wrong.
