Silence enveloped the cafeteria as the tension hung in the air.
One student gulped, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck—the first sound breaking the silence since Tahu's bold declaration.
The bullies' faces, especially the black knight phantom wielder, darkened at the duo.
"You freshmen nobodies…" he hissed through gritted teeth, the vein on his forehead protruding more when he heard his phantom speak in his head.
Master, you will be in trouble if this escalates further.
He knew that, but…
All students were watching, and if he backed down now, he—the next head of the Dray Clan—would end up a laughingstock.
No way in hell would he let that happen.
The trays in the cafeteria rattled as some floated, reacting to the sheer pressure coming from the second-year bully and his phantom.
"This is bad," a student muttered in dread. "Let's get out of here."
"Let's go—I don't want to die on my first day."
