The arrogant voice that stabbed into Elias's ears was something that he could never forget. Even before looking at that person, he already knew who it was.
Out of all the places in the Academy, Dreke was right here, enjoying his life. He even appeared to be somewhat drunk, barely able to walk straight, relying on the support of the girls.
"Senior, there is someone, looking here!" A girl spoke up, catching sight of Elias in the distance.
"Which bastard dares?" Dreke raised his head and looked in the direction the girl was pointing with a hazy gaze.
"Hmm?" When he saw the person, he burst into laughter. "If it isn't that bastard..."
He took his hands off the girls, pushing them aside. With swaying feet, he walked closer to Elias.
"Senior!" The girls followed Dreke, who stopped right before Elias.
"You little bastard, what are you doing here?" Dreke asked, placing a hand on Elias's shoulder to steady himself. "Were you waiting for me, to beg for something?"
