Back in Jibblinplip's lair, while the others took their short break, Dimitri paced around restlessly. His nerves were shot. Ren's earlier death-glares had not only pierced his pride—they had carved straight into his soul. Standing alone made everything feel worse. Every second he spent without a group felt like standing in the open waiting for a monster to swallow him whole.
He desperately needed a sense of belongingness, something familiar. That was when he saw Silvia.
Maybe… talking to her would help him blend back into society.
Silvia wasn't just anybody. She was the student body president of Fate Academy—poised, graceful, smart, and easily one of the most admired beauties on campus. They weren't friends, but they had interacted enough for Dimitri to believe they were at least acquaintances.
Surely she would be safer to approach compared to Ren or another group.
Or so he thought.
