Charles looked at Calista, who wore a gentle smile, with a blank expression on his face. He couldn't shake the feeling that something about this person was off. The things he had said earlier seemed like nothing more than an attempt to highlight how perfect he was, rather than any genuine indifference.
"You think he's fake too, right? I'm so tired of that guy. If he weren't the vice president's disciple, I would've already punched him," Isolde's voice rang out in Charles' ear.
Charles instinctively glanced at Calista, who was still lost in the adoration and admiration surrounding him, oblivious to everything, including Isolde's words.
"Don't worry, I'm the only one who can hear what I'm saying," Isolde's voice came again.
Charles merely nodded, choosing not to say anything. He wasn't the type to gossip about others behind their back.
Just then, Ezra walked out of the Beast Master Guild. His attention was first drawn to Isolde, before he noticed Calista.
