Still, despite her change in demeanour, Phestus remained poised.
Situations like this were natural in the main world.
After all, nothing was ever supposed to be taken as it is….unless it was.
Conflicts which could take a turn for the worse were quite typical in some parts of the world. The kingdom, included.
Especially when that conflict was beyond their control.
Phestus, though, wasn't one to get easily swept into the loss of control. No– instead, he would stir it in his favour.
Finding a way even in chaos.
'Or so I would like to think.'
The tension between the former professor and the student council president had begun to pulsate.
Ever so palpable to the human skin.
It caused the air to rattle around them in a low hum.
Physical stats reveal its true colours without the usual bravado of mana interfering.
This one depended solely on skills and strengths, with one side already down by one man.
