The SAA, First Day (3)

"Do I pass?"

Conrad asked with a knowing smirk, his voice laced with confidence. The room held its breath as if time had stopped to capture that moment.

Khione's golden eyes widened in shock, a crack in her otherwise flawless composure. She glanced at the knife, her breath was steady despite having a lethal weapon poised so close to her delicate skin.

It was to be expected really.

Connie knew the implications of picking the second option, from that display alone he could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes bearing down on him. The lecture hall, with its towering rows of seats felt stifling.

He felt the urge to gulp but resisted. None of that mattered to him at that moment.

Khione was an instructor of the Sovereign State's top assassination school—if others existed— which meant she must have been more skilled and without a doubt, more experienced in this field than him.