I retracted my bow, straightening up to meet his gold eyes.
"Sure."
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"What is wrong? You do not typically do things like that. For a commoner who prides himself on not caring about social hierarchy, lowering your head to an Ocypete is out of character."
...
"I lost my appetite," I muttered flatly, pushing my half-eaten plate away. The premium magic beast-steaks tasted like ash now anyway.
"I need to go somewhere. Excuse me."
Before she could question me further, I turned on my heel and stepped out for the canteen exit.
"Matt must have picked up a specific clue from what Lioren just said about Trackfield Three...."Waffel muttered, worried that I'll do something rash again.
Solaris stood up, and her chair scraped violently against the floor tiles as she stood up, fully intending to chase after me.
"Matt! Wait! I am coming with—"
But just as she took her first step past the table, a firm hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist from behind, forcefully stopping her in.
