(Half belief, half doubt? Not bad.)
Rigel lifted the corner of his mouth small.
He who carried the cheat skill [Rape] preferred rape in all kinds of situations.
He wanted to avoid his fame spreading too far.
"Now then…"
Rigel narrowed his eyes slowly and looked around.
In the stir, the gaze searching for a familiar figure caught its target without much trouble.
That man was bouncing chestnut hair and swaying his body with a slight slouch, frolicking.
Restless like a puppy, not caring about the surrounding air.
Beside him was a man who, in contrast, kept a cool expression.
It was somewhat theatrical, but excitement he could not hide seeped from the way the corner of his lips was oddly lifted.
They both belonged to a lower class of the first year.
And they were also members of the same swordsmanship club as Rigel.
