Fame was troublesome.
Especially for someone like me.
There might not be anyone who disliked honor, but surely there was no one who would welcome a situation where even ordinary daily life became difficult.
Still, there was one advantage I had to admit.
The greater one’s fame became, the more benefits it sometimes brought.
For example, right now.
There were moments when language was unnecessary for communication.
“Uh, ah……?”
The thug’s face went blank for an instant, then turned pale, and finally twisted as he let out words that would no longer form properly.
Until then, I had not added a single word.
I had already given him more than enough clues.
I was someone capable of subduing five people in an instant.
And unlike them, I had not even used Aura.
There was only one factor capable of overturning such an unfavorable situation.
An overwhelming difference in strength.
And if one added the fact that I was a young man with black hair and golden eyes currently staying at the Academy, there was hardly any need to think further.
There was only one possible answer.
“So what if I messed with you?”
“L-Lies…….”
Blood from the two throats I had cut stained my hood.
Drip, drip.
Following the sound of the falling drops, the man’s pupils repeatedly expanded and contracted.
His expression…