The classroom buzzed faintly as more students trickled in, filling the space with a quiet hum of activity. Ashok, seated in the third row, second column, kept his observations discreet, his sharp gaze scanning each new arrival without drawing attention to himself.
Despite his efforts to remain unnoticed, the truth was that no one paid him any mind.
The focus of the room was firmly fixed on the prominent figures—the Elven Princess and the heir of Cindergarde seated in the first row, and the two black-haired beauties occupying the last bench near the window.
These individuals commanded the room's attention effortlessly, their presence overshadowing everyone else.
Among them, the barbarian stood out as a physical anomaly. His sheer size made it nearly impossible for anyone to share a bench with him comfortably.
