"Hold it!"
The voice wasn't loud… but it carried a weight far heavier than volume.
It surged through the interior of the academy building like a focused blast of pressure—quiet, yet thunderous—causing the very atmosphere to shift.
"Hmm?"
Shaddad spun toward the entrance, brows drawn in fury, face twisted with irritation.
He was more than ready to lash out—regardless of who dared to interrupt. Even if it was another teacher, even if it were an elder.
But the instant his eyes landed on the one at the door… his rage melted into delight.
"Big Brother!!"
His voice shifted instantly—from a defensive roar to a joyful call.
"Big Brother?"
"Did… did he just say Big Brother?"
"Wait… who on earth would Professor Shaddad—that iron-willed, fire-tongued instructor—call 'Big Brother'?!"
"You're new, right? I've only heard him use that title once. Only for one person... That's our true instructor."
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?!"
