Milson Edinburgh, also known as 'the Little Dragon', the only son of the Duke of Sword, Lion Edinburgh, stood quietly, observing the unfolding spectacle.
Headmaster Amon shifted his gaze toward him, searching for a reaction.
This wasn't just about testing a new professor. It was a challenge against the Duke's authority, against the Royal Family's will.
A misstep here could cost Amon his position… and possibly his head.
But Milson… he wasn't angry. In fact, his expression held something unreadable, something intriguing.
Amon exhaled slowly, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. Then, with a sharp turn, he fixed Pot Black with a glare.
The old schemer had orchestrated this little stunt, and Amon did not appreciate being dragged into his games.
Pot Black, ever the smug elder, simply shrugged with an infuriating smile, as if to say, "What can you do?"
Before the tension could thicken, Ace's voice rang out, brimming with confidence.
