Lucivar spent his time with formalities, bantering with students and academy hunters who were sending him praises—and cheering him on for the tournament. He even talked with several professors teaching the students, who were also showing their approval of him.
Something like this was outside his comfort zone.
He used to be the one giving praises to others and listening as others boast and gloat.
It was still new for him, being the center of attention.
But for some reason, it didn't feel bad—if anything, he was beginning to understand why others craved the spotlight so badly. The constant praise, the admiration—it fed his ego, sending his confidence to the sky as if he was the chosen one of the world.
Even Sha came out and sat on his shoulder, basking in the praises sent Lucivar's way.
All of the concerns he had initially when he entered the academy were gone.
Despite coming from a slave city, despite being an academy hunter, all of that doesn't matter anymore.
