Elena glanced at Ezra as they walked down the corridor. Her eyes lingered on him with faint concern.
"Are you alright, Ezra? You're not injured anywhere, are you?"
Ezra shook his head, his expression calm.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your help," he replied sincerely, his tone warm and courteous.
He then turned toward Sergei, his voice carrying a touch of formality.
"I didn't expect to find Professor Sergei here. In any case, thank you for your assistance, Professor."
Sergei's lips curled into a broad grin.
"Oh, think nothing of it. After all, you are my student. Helping you is my duty… isn't it?"
Ezra kept his expression neutral, but his thoughts were far less polite.
Sense of responsibility? Yeah right. You're exactly the kind of guy who'd kick his best friend off a cliff if it meant gaining a coin from it. Helping out of duty, my ass.
