Side by side, the trio stepped out of the classroom.
Every step they took drew even more attention their way, and whispers swept the hallway.
"Why are they even making their lives difficult? If fate didn't favor you, you should just stay low. What's the point of pointless suffering?" someone mumbled.
"Some people are too prideful to face the truth. That's why they are living in false hope."
"The next class is combat practice, right? They are going to get crushed."
"I will personally do that myself. Let's see how long that Graveworm brat keeps his head high."
Hearing this, Noa didn't flinch.
Neither Thalia nor Marlo showed any reaction.
The former was tier 2 already, and despite being a first-year student, she had a tremendous advantage over others.
She even knew more than one spell from her family.
So, the idea of her losing against others who had no prior knowledge was highly unlikely.
Marlo, on the other hand, had different plans of his own.
