The Imperial Zenith School descended into chaos as a pressure powerful enough to rival a collapsing nation swept across the entire area, catching both teachers and students completely off guard.
Old Ben, the ever-calm follower of the Immortal Count, felt that overwhelming force.
Yet, before reacting, he calmly finished the chocolate pie on his table.
"Tasty…" he muttered with quiet satisfaction, tapping his belly lightly as he left behind a generous tip for the chef.
The next moment, he vanished from his seat and reappeared at the main gate of the school.
"I knew Seth was right… our little guy is troublesome, or perhaps it is more accurate to say that he carries a destiny similar to the first hero of this era," Old Ben murmured, his tone thoughtful.
"Still, this kind of trouble is far too early and far too excessive."
His gaze sharpened.
