Noa smirked at his question.
"It seemed like you knew it as well. Care to explain?" he demanded.
Meanwhile, yawns were heard around them as the students woke up one after another.
"What's happening?"
"What is this place? Where are we?"
"I don't know. All I remember was going inside some hole with Mr. Arnold and then… It's too blurry, I can't recall."
"It's the same for me as well."
They talked among themselves, disregarding Noa and his team.
Instead of lying low, he clapped and drew their attention.
"For a reason I am too lazy to explain, Arnold's clones aren't with us anymore. So, as the top student of the academy, I am tasked with taking you guys back."
His words met with silence.
"Why should we believe you?" urged a boy with a long nose.
"What's your name?" Noa asked.
"Sherlock Morningball," the boy answered proudly, crossing his arms.
