Reesa found the whole scene increasingly baffling.
The two of them had been trading sharp words back and forth, sparks flying, yet not a single sign of actual violence appeared. No killing intent, no surge of killing aura. Just… arguing?
Arguing.
The moment that word surfaced in her mind, even Raphael herself felt disbelief.
Arguing and Alaric Von Seraph?
Those two concepts had never belonged in the same sentence.
Everyone in the academy knew that Alaric Von Seraph, the strongest among the special-enrollment students, was famously cold, distant, and razor-tongued. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was brief and merciless.
Bickering was something he should be fundamentally incapable of.
Even Sylvandria was quietly stunned. Her clear, watery eyes held unconcealed surprise.
She had never seen Alaric Von Seraph behave like this. Never.
