Chapter 65 : Class Restart
1st year Class A
The silence in the room was suffocating.
Evelyn Whitehound stood at the front, arms folded loosely, her silver-blonde hair catching the light as if spun from glass. Her heels clicked once, twice, against the marble, the only sound daring to exist in the tension-choked classroom.
Then—unexpectedly her lips curved.
"You did well."
The words struck harder than any mana pressure.
Dozens of cadets blinked in disbelief, like soldiers braced for a sword only to be offered a hand instead.
"During the demon incursion," Evelyn continued, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of command,
"you were first-years. Children, still untested, unsharpened. You were supposed to be the victims."
A ripple moved through the class. Some stiffened, others lowered their eyes. Memories of blood, screams, and crushing mana surged like a tide none of them wished to relive.