Geran, along with Trigard, Arta, and Luvis and his cronies, stopped a meter away from Merlin.
Geran smirked and looked him up and down with a condescending gaze.
Admittedly, Merlin was incredibly handsome—the most handsome man he had ever met in his life.
On top of that, he was tall and had a well-proportioned physique. Anyone who didn't know him would surely think he was fifteen years old.
Merlin stared back at him and, in turn, gave him a disdainful once-over from head to toe.
"Who are you? Do we know each other?" he asked indifferently.
The atmosphere instantly fell silent. The students hadn't expected Merlin to be so bold as to utter such insolent words.
Geran was a second-year student. Although his strength wasn't the greatest, he was still terrifying in everyone's eyes.
And now, Merlin was bluntly asking for his identity. That was tantamount to humiliating him.
