William might have been a porter in his past life, but information regarding famous clans and families of rival academies was well-known news to everyone in his academy.
The hierarchy of power was the only currency that mattered, and even the lowliest servants memorised the crests and lineages of those who could crush them with a flick of a finger.
So, he didn't find any difficulty in recognising that dude. He had seen that specific combination of jewellery and arrogant posture in a hundred reports during his previous time at the academy.
"A porter like you knows about our prestigious clan? Then scram before you'll lose your life here," another kid said with sheer aggressiveness, his face reddening with a mix of insult and impatience. But even as he spat those words, he didn't move an inch towards William.
