Ambush-1

Sniff.

Kevin took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he dabbed the medicine on his wound.

It stung—but he was used to it.

Earlier, on his way back from the common hall after dinner, a bunch of seniors had cornered him. They threw accusations at him—called him arrogant, disrespectful, full of himself.

For what? Not bowing to them? Was he supposed to go around greeting every senior like some servant?

He already knew what this was really about.

The son of that Count, who had been knocked down during Edric's birthday party, was just looking for payback.

Kevin had refused to kneel.

A fight broke out.

And in the end, the staff had to come and pull those so-called "leaders" out of their mess.

They might have trained in comfort, inside safe arenas, and under constant supervision.

But Kevin?