Chapter 187- Concerning Things
Chapter 187- Concerning Things
Arthur and Isla then headed to class along with the rest of the students. The crowd quickly dispersed after the end of the conflict but many kept staring at Arthur the entire time, clearly very curious about him.
The reason for that was very simple, Arthur was perhaps the weirdest S-Class they had ever seen. Unlike the other S-Class students, he didn't have that appearance or attitude one would expect from them. He didn't look like he was arrogant or egotistical. In fact, apart from his rather beautiful looks, Arthur appeared quite normal... Someone that shouldn't even be on this island.
However, what made him even more intriguing was the fact he went out of his way to help someone he didn't know. So far, the only thing these students saw from S-Classes was pure power and influence with a deep arrogance to back it up.
Many of them were taking their leisure bullying the weaker students or making sure to use their influence to get what they wanted. Everyone was terrified of S-Classes more than anything else. After all, not only would their lives be ruined on the Middle Island but also outside of it due to the immense power each one of them had.
So, the fact one of these distant figures stopped to help a nobody and even threatened to do something to the one who was bullying him was mind-blowing.
"Look at him..."
"I wonder if he's just trying to garner attention by doing that..."
"Could be."
"At least he helped that guy. But, I wonder who he is..."
"I have never seen him before either. Nobody knows who he is."
"Maybe he isn't a popular person?"
Such conversations went on all around Arthur as he passed by. The boy was naturally aware of all of that and he had one single thought.
'I don't really care.' He thought to himself. 'They can think whatever they want. As long as they don't annoy me, I really don't care what stuff they say about me behind my back.'
In the end, for Arthur, words were just words, they couldn't hurt him like a sword could. If someone annoyed him, he would deal with them and move on, it was as simple as that.
"You're becoming popular," Isla said.
"Pfft, yeah, I sure am." Arthur rolled his eyes. "They were just confused. I'm certain they will lose interest soon."
"..." Isla nodded her head faintly. "Hopefully they start standing up for themselves after seeing what you did."
Several hours passed swiftly and lunchtime arrived. Arthur and Isla left the classroom and headed to the cafeteria. However, at that moment, they noticed something. Continue reading on empire
"Oi! Arthur! Isla!"
Looking up, Arthur's eyes lit up when he saw familiar faces. On the other side of the corridor, Herculia, Danny, and Emmy were waiting for them.
"Guys!" Arthur rushed toward them with a wide smile on his face. "Where have you been? I was worried."
"Haha, yeah, it is a long story, man." Herculia laughed awkwardly as he scratched his cheek. "Anyway, how have you been?"
"Good, as usual," Arthur replied.
"We really wished to be there yesterday. But, we really couldn't. We're sorry." Emmy tried to force a smile on her face. Arthur naturally noticed that.
'Hm?'
Then, he realized something. The looks on the trio's faces were slightly different than usual. Apart from clear exhaustion, they had this almost sad expression permeating through their eyes.
"..." Arthur was completely speechless. He could easily notice that this wasn't simply another small problem as Isla was describing it.
"We should go eat," Isla said as she tapped Arthur's shoulder, snapping him out of his daze.
"Yes, we should go eat, I'm starving." Herculia nodded.
With that, the group turned around and started walking, only for Arthur to remain standing there, staring at the group silently.
"Arthur?" Emmy called for him.
"... Yeah, I'm coming." He replied calmly before he chased after them.
Meanwhile, Isla herself looked at him for a moment as a small sigh leaked out of her lips. 'He is way too perceptive for his own good, sometimes.'
A//N: Don't forget to give the book some golden tickets for good luck! :3
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