"William," Edward called out as the blond one stepped inside.
Other than the vice-headmaster and the man who had just spoken, three more people were present.
William studied their faces. One of them was the same brunette with whom he had negotiated to obtain Nana's custody. Next was a woman with short black hair. And then… there was him.
A man with the build of a martial artist. A presence that kept others on edge without any effort. The only student the Sword Saint had ever taken. And the man who had earned six stars on his very first attempt.
Lancelot.
The infamous wielder of the Particle Divider.
A technique capable of splitting anything— even the air itself.
He was someone who sought perfection, which was why he devoted himself to sorcery just as much as he did to martial arts.
And that was precisely what made him an admirable figure in William's eyes.
"I have heard and seen a lot about you," Lancelot said as he rose from his seat to greet him.
