"Ashton, you good?" Disha asked him as they once again walked into the academy.
"Yeah. I'm good." Ashton replied absentmindedly.
Ashton could not sleep the entire night because of what the mistress told him. He was planning to hold himself back during the competition to get rid of the 'slaves' the mistress had so graciously given him. But now it seemed like a bad idea.
'If I were to rank low, I would have been allotted one of the shared quarters. Thus the possibility of having the slaves around me all the time would be nullified as that isn't allowed.' Ashton sighed, 'as a result, it would have helped me tremendously to go out in the dark and level up as an undead and a vampire.'
'But on the other hand... doing something like that would print a target on my back. The bastard nobles would relentlessly harass me and I would not be able to fight back in the daylight. If I did, the professors would surely cause more issues for me. Fck! No favouritism, my ass.'
