"I thought that you were already eliminated, brother," a young man with short red hair, green eyes, and gold-rimmed glasses said. The haughtiness in his voice was difficult to ignore. "How did you manage to pass the second trial?"
A glance was enough to tell Alex's group that this person was one of those insufferable perfectionists who always wanted everything to be prim and proper.
"H-Hahaha… Hello, brother," Chuck replied. "What are you doing here?"
"What else?" the arrogant student, who went by the name of Caspian, sneered. "I want to see if the disgrace of our family is here."
"You've seen me now, brother," Chuck said. "You don't have to worry because I have successfully passed the academy's tri—"
In one smooth motion, Caspian grabbed the glass of fruit juice on the table and poured it over Chuck's head. His entourage snickered.
"Oh, sorry, what were you saying?" Caspian asked. "I didn't hear you properly."
