When the path opened, Richard finally saw someone accompanied by quite a number of Royal Academy students— a blond-haired man in a black robe, carrying a massive sword.
His skin was very pale and his body somewhat thin, giving off the impression of a sickly person, yet he was clearly fine, for he could carry such a large sword on his back.
Unlike Gray, who always seemed relaxed and calm, this man was cold, his gaze sharp as though deeply focused.
He didn't glance left or right, only stared straight ahead.
His popularity in this city was obvious. Many noble girls screamed, calling his name.
But he clearly had no interest in responding to anyone.
He walked straight to his seat, sitting down with his companions, staring directly at Gray, who was across from him. Gray, however, looked busy chatting with his lover, Laura.
Yet after being stared at continuously, he finally turned and looked toward Wren with a faint smile.
It seemed Wren was speaking to Gray through his Sixth Sense.
