"We're friends, right? Trust me when I say this, following your seniors out of here is the best choice you've got."
Riven heard this and knew he was fucked.
If he followed these goons outside, things would never go well for him, so he turned to Licht with a pleading look in his eyes.
But Licht… didn't move.
He simply returned Riven's gaze with calm indifference, like a stranger watching a beggar on the street.
'He's not my responsibility.'
Some may call it cruel, but they had only just met.
Licht wasn't his friend, nor was he his protector. He wasn't going to start playing bodyguard to some wide-eyed kid just because he was a fan who happened to speak kindly in a library.
Besides, even if Licht did step in… would it change anything?
This was the Nexus Slayer Academy.
Fighting and even competition weren't punishable offences here. Not really.
