The man blinked in surprise. "Oh, this is the first time I'm seeing someone react like this. You're just going to sit back because you think I'm more powerful than you?"
Severin didn't bother to go into a word game with the man because, with the way he could see and tell exactly what his Stigma was, it was clear that he wasn't an average person.
Besides, from what Severin could tell, the man looked like a final-year student. And with all those high-grade artifacts on him?
Well.
The only thing he could do then was to start thinking of ways to get out of the situation. So he stared back calmly. "Currently, the students think that I'm the weakest student in school."
He tilted his head. "Are you?"
"Depends on what the measurements of strength are."
"Use your measurements. Are you the weakest?"
Severin didn't answer. He knew he had long since stopped being the weakest. Still weak, sure, but never at the lowest bottom. "Who are you?"
He finally demanded.
