When Grevlin entered the compound, he had walked along with the congregation of student candidates heading towards the Academy Trials. Curiously though, a few among them who were roughly 13 years of age gave him dark looks as if they had some grudge with him.
Others also noticed this and couldn't help but start questioning his identity and the actual situation.
"Hey, I heard that two days ago, that kid's father had provoked Head Guard Lawrence." A tall kid said.
"What? Are you sure? That fat belly uncle, what's so special about him?" A skinny kid asked with surprise.
The tall kid looked around before placing his mouth closer to his ear and whispering, "Well, you see, it's not he that's special, but his connections; my mother said that those from the Wiggin's have roots with the Superior Instructor Ilan."
"Ehhh? That means faced uncle, no wonder I didn't like him, father always said that head Guard Lawrence is dirty." The small kid said back with a look of disgust on his face.
"Shhh, you can't keep saying such things, you'd get into trouble, now come along, we have to hurry ahead, do remember not to provoke just anyone, as you can see that kid is more likely going to have a tough time in the trials now that Lawrence has him marked."
The tall kid said as he pulled the other kid forward; the small kid had no choice but to follow along, hoping no one heard his earlier shouts.
Not too far ahead, Melson also heard the words from the others. He gave Grevlin a competitive look before turning away, keeping his focus ahead of them.
Naturally, behind Grevlin by a reasonable distance, Jae also stared at him, but unlike Melson, who showed rivalry, Jae showed a look far different from other children, a look of pure hatred.
'Father, I will break his dreams and rise above him; only then can I prove that I am the worthy successor to the family name.'
Jae thought as he stared at Nero's back for a while before looking away.
With regards to everyone's attention, Grevlin didn't even spare them a glance; his eyes wandered about as he looked for the instructors. Soon, their group had arrived at a wide-open field, joining a larger audience.
Grevlin looked at the scene with surprise as he spoke, "So many..."
"Yes... t-t-today, t-there's a lot, cough..." A timid voice said from nearby, followed by a succession of coughing.
Grevlin glanced to his side with curiosity only to notice a well-dressed petite girl who seemed roughly his age; her skin was pale, hair was a dull pink, as were her large rounded shaped eyes with long eyelashes.
It was clear that she was a growing beauty, and if one ignored her skin's paleness and sickly appearance, giving her a few years, she would mature into a wonder.
As the little girl notice Grevlin's curious stare, her face turned red with embarrassment as she shrank back slightly.
Grevlin felt a tinge of familiarity with this girl, the very way she showed fear for others around her, bringing him back to a much earlier time in his childhood. He thought for a moment before firmed up his resolve and spoke with a slightly friendly tone.
"Hello, my name is Grevlin; what's yours?"
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