"This kid ranked first in analysis for a reason," I shot back, my voice calm even as irritation simmered dangerously underneath. "If you think I can't handle a few equations, you're underestimating me, mister."
"Oh? Is that so?" Kian leaned back in his chair, one brow lifting as interest flickered across his face. The smug challenge in his tone was almost audible.
"May I have a paper?" I asked, already mentally rolling up my sleeves.
"…Pfft. What do you need that for?" he sneered, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
"Just ignore him, Miss Remillia," Ivan cut in smoothly. "That document you're holding isn't just a regular academic problem."Despite his words, he still handed me a clean sheet of paper, offering a reassuring smile that said please don't commit murder inside the guild.
That did it.
Kian's arrogance flipped a switch in my brain.
