The Third Year who had just questioned Leon slowly turned his head toward Gideon.
A ripple of movement followed—every single student in the gathering shifted their gaze to him, their expressions ranging from curiosity to skepticism.
The air in the compound, thick with the murmurs of hushed conversations as Gideon stepped forward.
The Third Year narrowed his eyes, his posture rigid with authority. "Who are you?" he asked.
Gideon met his gaze without hesitation, his tone calm yet firm. "I am Gideon. I was with Leon when we delivered messages of the Party to our classmates."
The Third Year tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing. "And… what exactly am I misunderstanding?"
Gideon allowed a small, knowing smile to tug at the corner of his lips—subtle enough to go unnoticed by most, but present nonetheless.
"We did deliver word about the Welcome Party to Adlet," he explained, his voice carrying a quiet confidence.
