(From MC’s Perspective)

Carey Residence

The following day,

I went downstairs to eat breakfast. I wrinkled my brows as I remembered my parents’ reaction the night before. It’s because they didn’t ask me anything. Not even a single word.

They began to suspect me, as I had predicted. I need to find an appropriate opportunity to spill the beans. At the very least, I’ll tell them about my hunting license.

As I made the firm decision, a quick glint flashed into my eyes.

Then I got to the dining room. Seeing this, my brother digs for food without hesitation. My face formed a slight frown. What’s the matter with him? When everyone was seated together, he would usually create some drama.

He is simply minding his own business this time. “Strange,” I muttered as I took my seat.

Brian raised his head to look at me at this point before continuing to swallow the food.

When I saw this, I made an expressionless face. I shook my head and looked at the dishes on the table. As usual, I topped my plate with scrambled eggs and a piece of mana meat.

I started digging in the next second.

Father Brad Carey and Mother Lila Carey, on the other hand, were conversing in the kitchen. They’re having a discussion about their son Vincent.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Mother Lila suggested.

Brad Carey drank a bottle of water before approaching his wife. The recent activities of their son have raised some eyebrows.

But they were both hesitant to inquire. Vincent has finally emerged from his shell. As a result, they don’t want to see any negative consequences as a result of their conversation.

Brian’s high school experience is distinct from Vincent’s. Brian had never engaged in any suspicious behavior. Nothing like disappearing for a day or two and returning home.

This made them both wonder if Vincent was spending time at a friend’s house. Is he working on something else?

SIGH

“OK, I will sit and talk with him later,” Brad Carey said with a small sigh.

“Don’t worry about it; I’ll try to figure out what’s going on.”

Lila Carey gave a nod. They both don’t want an unnecessary argument in the morning.

Several minutes later,

I left after saying my goodbyes to my family. Fortunately, there is no drama taking place. When it comes to resolving problems. My parents were wise. I believe they share my sentiments.

“I guess my studio house goal will have to wait a little longer,” I muttered under my breath.

I arrived in front of our school’s gate after a 20-minute walk. Seeing that, a thought occurred to me. My home was free of drama. But the same cannot be said in this case.

Because a lot of people are conspiring against me these days. Liam Baker, Chrissy Heart, Bruce Hill, Mark Spears, Easton Brown, Mathew Hunk, and Frank Lambert.

“Seven people,” I said.

Seeing the students and faculty go inside. I joined them on their walk. I strolled toward the waiting area, as usual, to await fatty. I couldn’t answer his call because of my wilderness trip.

What’s the deal with him now?

I found an empty chair to sit on after entering the waiting area. Then I remembered the previous combat class. My favorite aspect of our school is actively participating in combat class.

So my thoughts didn’t surprise me. Then I remembered that stranger in the white coat. “Who exactly was he?” I wondered.

I decided to find out more about that individual in that combat class. But Frank’s little scheme forced me to cancel my plans.

SIGH

Then I close my eyes and take a short nap. There are 45 minutes until the class begins. Small talk between me and fatty usually took 30 minutes. And we left class when there were only 5 minutes left.

Time passed,

Lucas Brad walked into the school ten minutes later, an excited expression on his face. He seemed to have made a significant discovery.

Few students passing by noticed his expression. Wizard students from Class A2 in particular. “Hey, what happened to him?”

“Ssshhh,” a female student immediately warned her friend. She was concerned that their words would be overheard.

Then she looked at her female bestie and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Do you have any idea who he is?”

“He and a friend were arguing with top wizards.”

“What?” She was taken aback by her friend’s words. She realized she had forgotten about the recent news that was making the rounds here.

“Let’s get back to class before he notices us.” The next second, a small group of female students from class A2 dashed to their classroom.

The news of Vincent’s victory over Mathew had already spread like wildfire throughout the school. Because of the weekend, it was difficult to see the impact.

It’s a new week now. Some of them are looking forward to watching a good show.

Lucas, on the other hand, realized he was being a little too enthusiastic. So he took a deep breath and dashed towards the waiting area.

I opened my eyes and decided to stretch at the same time. I got up from my seat and began doing it.

A few seconds later, I noticed a swarm of balls charging toward me at full speed. When I saw that, a wide smile appeared on my face.

“There’s something going on,” I thought to myself.

Fatty would not react in this manner unless something had happened.

When he came to a halt in front of me, he gasped for air.

“Are you a wizard?” I inquired, seeing his state.

“Brother, my physique is slowly improving; it will take some time to get in shape,” Lucas said as he adjusted his posture.

“Hmmm,” I mused. I realized fatty is committed to losing weight.

Then I decided to inquire about the subject.

“So, what are you excited about?” I asked before settling back into my seat.

“We got our new headmaster,” I saw fatty say with a bright smile.

“What?” I jumped up from my seat and looked him in the eyes.

“Is it true?” I inquired.

“Brother, do you remember the person with the white coat?” Lucas Brad replied.

“Combat class,” I exclaimed, surprised. 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕.𝚝

Then I noticed Lucas nodding.

“Gasp”

I exclaimed before collapsing back into my seat.

When Lucas Brad saw this, he let out a small laugh, “Ha…Ha…Ha…”

“Brother, I had the same reaction as you; who would have guessed that stranger would be our new headmaster?” Lucas Brad smiled.

Fatty is correct, but I’m surprised for another reason. I’m not sure if the new headmaster is the same as the previous one. Fortunately, I didn’t put on much of a show in that combat class.

Nonetheless, I am uneasy now that I know he is our new headmaster. I’m not sure where this is going.

I had a feeling another variable would appear soon. But it’s a good thing I’m sticking to a low-key strategy. I’m not interested in making a statement just yet.

There is still time until the scholarship competition. It will happen at the end of the year. And I believe my strength would have increased by leaps and bounds by then.

It took me a few seconds to regain my composure. “Tell me about him,” I said.

Lucas Brad nodded and began to tell what he had learned thus far.

After five minutes,

My eyes twinkled with delight.

“Chester Nixon,” I muttered to myself. What is surprising is that fatty was unable to gather any additional information other than the fact that the new headmaster was brought by our chairman.

He talked about the chairman rather than the new headmaster. I got up from my seat, shook my head, and said, “Okay, it’s time to go; we can talk about it later.”

Then we both exited the waiting area and made our way to the A-rank building.

As we walked into class a few minutes later, I was met with a scrutinizing gaze, as was customary. I noticed that the stares were more intense this time. It’s most likely related to Mathew’s defeat.

Then, without looking at them, we took our seats one by one.

Serious discussions were taking place all around me. The majority of their conversation revolves around our new headmaster.

“Brother, Liam is staring at you,” Lucas pointed out.

When I heard that, I said, “Just don’t look back; it will ruin your mood.”

I gave him a quick glance before entering the classroom. I can’t believe they still have a grudge against me. My fight with Mathew should have put an end to them.

But it appears that it is not the case. Liam has a negative attitude. He won’t learn unless he is beaten. I recall the last time our fight nearly ended in a tie before the teachers arrived.

He had the upper hand most of the time, I realized. This was my last battle with him, but I’ll face the top wizards again soon. And my challenge will begin with him.

I will make certain that Liam does not bother me again.