"Young Master, we should head out. The Master is very particular about punctuality."
"Yeah, sure. Let's go."
The butler gave a small nod before turning and walking ahead with precise, almost military-like strides.
As for me, I had no choice but to follow. What else could I do?
Thankfully, there wasn't a full-blown limousine waiting outside the academy gates.
If there had been, I probably would've passed out on the spot.
The car looked like a refined blend between elegance and intimidation—sleek black, polished to a mirror finish, with no visible emblem except for a subtle silver crest near the front wheel. Whatever brand it was, it definitely wasn't something sold to the general public.
The kind of vehicle that whispered old money without ever raising its voice.
