"Damn… Seems like I never fit in any environment related to this class."
Carl yawned, tiredly glancing at the professor who kept babbling nonsense about dungeon techniques and knowledge. Honestly, he'd already studied all of that back when he was still in the Ryan Family. As the heir, the amount of knowledge he had to learn far outweighed all that trash.
After being tormented by the professor's absurd lecture for six straight hours, Carl finally got to leave in peace. He headed straight for the place that felt familiar — the student council office — just as he had planned after returning from that damned mission.
To be honest, he never wanted to see those long, dog-like faces again, not even those so-called "mighty dragons" of the student council.
Tsk! Still, he'd crush those faces sooner or later. Just a matter of time.
Carl spat out some saliva and took a step toward the council office door. He pushed it open, revealing the face he hated most once again.
