"Come here, we need to talk."

Raven's words echoed clearly throughout the room, sharp and heavy, demanding attention.

The tone wasn't casual, not even remotely so— it carried weight, authority, and something that made it impossible to dismiss as a simple request.

It was clearly a command!

The words were directed at Branwen.

And he wasn't being polite in the slightest.

If anything, Raven sounded unbelievably arrogant, as if he had every right to order someone like Branwen around without explanation.

His tone dripped with certainty, like this was a natural course of action, not something he needed to justify to anyone in the room.

"This little shit..."

"Who's that arrogant jerk?"

"Hey, are you stupid?"

"Do you have a death wish, you bastard?"

It only took a second for the other tertiary students in the room to grow annoyed. Their whispers rose into sharp, cutting voices that carried over the space, irritation bubbling like boiling water.

The sound of chairs shifting and feet tapping against the floor echoed as the mood inside thickened. Dozens of eyes turned to Raven, brimming with hostility.

They were all loyal to Branwen, and they just can't take the disrespect toward their leader!

"..."

But Raven didn't care about them. Not even a little.

He ignored every insult thrown his way, his expression unchanging, his body unmoving, as though their voices had vanished into empty air. His eyes locked solely on Branwen, who sat across the room, and that focus was so absolute that it only fanned the flames of their anger further.

His unbothered attitude made the tertiaries even angrier, as if he were mocking them simply by not acknowledging their presence.

'Wow, he really has the talent to annoy people...'

Lana thought, watching from near the doorway. She could see the tertiaries standing, their tempers flaring, their fists clenching, their voices sharpening with every second.

Yet Raven didn't flinch. He didn't shift his gaze even once. To him, they weren't worth the effort of a single glance.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"..."

Branwen sat calmly, posture loose, a smirk tugging faintly at his lips. He didn't speak, didn't rise, but his silence carried a challenge of its own.

And then, at that moment—

BAM—!

"Gugk...!"

Raven felt a sudden strike to his chest!

FWISH-

The one who struck him grabbed his clothes, yanking him forward in a rough, violent motion!

"..."

Raven's gaze shifted downward, finally looking at the man in front of him.

The man had an above-average build and physique, his frame solid, his movements quick, though shorter than Raven, forcing him to tilt his head up slightly. Even so, his grip was tight, his jaw clenched, his posture screaming defiance.

Their eyes met.

"What are you doing here, you arrogant fucker?"

The man spat, his tone full of challenge and aggression, each word dripping with venom. His face twisted with disdain, as though he expected Raven to falter the moment pressure was applied.

"Hey–"

From the door, Lana quickly moved, her instincts screaming that this was about to spiral. She was about to step in, ready to separate them before things escalated into something that couldn't be undone.

She thought that they could just do this later, and Raven wasn't really fit for this job.

Though...

SHIIIIII~

"...!"

A chill suddenly ran through Lana's body before she could even act!

And immediately after that—

SWOOOOSH-!!!

An overwhelming pressure weighed down on her, freezing her in place like her body had suddenly been chained!

FWAAAAAHHHG—

It wasn't just her.

"!!!"

The entire room felt it.

And most of all...

"?!!!"

The man clutching Raven's clothes felt it worse than anyone else!

"GUGH-?!"

His body stiffened, every muscle locking tight as his eyes trembled violently.

'W-WHAT THE FUCK...?'

His thoughts stumbled over themselves, panicked and incoherent, as he stared into Raven's cold, black eyes. Those eyes didn't just glare— they crushed, they suffocated, they judged him like he was nothing more than filth beneath the heel of a shoes.

Annoyance flickered in him for a second, but it was instantly drowned by the aura pressing down on him.

His body refused to move. His lips clamped shut as though sewn together. He couldn't even swallow the lump in his throat.

Seconds crawled like hours to him.

His arms grew heavy. His chest heaved shallowly... His breath stuttered and choked... His grip began to falter...

"..."

The longer Raven's eyes bored into him, the more insignificant he felt, as though he were shrinking beneath a vast, endless shadow that swallowed everything.

His chest tightened painfully, like invisible chains were squeezing him.

'I-i'm sorry...'

The thought screamed inside the man's head. His face flushed, then turned pale, then sickly blue.

His lungs howled for air, but no sound came out. The apology he wanted to give never left his lips.

Fear consumed him.

'I-I'm... I'm gonna die...!'

'He's going to kill me...'

'Someone... Help...'

The thoughts repeated endlessly, a cycle that only made the suffocating aura crush him harder.

Then finally—

Raven spoke, his voice like an absolute command, low but sharper than a blade.

"Move your hands off me."

The moment the words left his mouth—

FWISH–

The man's hands immediately released Raven's clothes as if they had been burned by fire.

"You should've just stayed quiet in the corner. I didn't come here for you, so fuck off."

Raven's words were low, calm, and merciless. His eyes never softened. His aura pressed down like an immovable mountain.

He was using [Emperor's Aura], directing it entirely onto the man before him, crushing him with unrelenting focus.

The man's head, filled with nothing but terror, forced itself to move. His lips trembled, his throat dry, his voice strangled into weakness, but finally—

"S-sorry..."

The weak apology slipped out, barely audible.

Tears burst from his eyes the instant the word left his mouth.

Bam–

He collapsed onto his knees, his body unable to support itself under the weight.

Fwip–

And then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the overwhelming presence vanished.

"PWAHHHH–!"

The man gasped violently, sucking in air like he had been drowning for minutes. His lungs burned, his chest rose and fell in wild, uneven bursts. He sounded like a starved beast finally given air.

Around the room...

"...!"

"...!"

The other students froze, wide-eyed and pale, unable to move, unable to speak.

They hadn't fully understood what had happened, but instinct alone screamed the truth... Raven was someone dangerous.

This realization made them frown and wary of him.

Moving on—

"What did you do?"

Lana finally managed to step closer, her brows furrowed, her voice tight as she questioned Raven the moment the pressure lifted.

Without sparing her a glance, Raven replied, calm as ever.

"I just gave them a message that we're not here for them, so they shouldn't intervene."

Tap– Tap– Tap–

Raven walked toward the front of the classroom, his footsteps unhurried, steady, each one echoing clearly against the wooden floor. He stepped onto the platform without hesitation.

'That jerk...'

Lana thought, glaring faintly at his back, a mix of irritation and unease settling in her chest.

At the center of the platform sat a desk. Raven positioned himself behind it, his gaze lifting once again to Branwen.

This time, Branwen's smirk had vanished, though he wore a mask of calm, poker-faced composure.

'This is absurd... How did he get this strong in such a short time?'

'I better keep an eye on him...'

Branwen's mind worked quickly, analyzing Raven's aura, his movements, his sheer presence. Every detail, every nuance was absorbed and weighed.

Darci, sitting beside him, thought much the same.

Then—

"Come here."

Raven's commanding voice rang out again, sharper this time, leaving no room for refusal.

The order was directed solely at Branwen.

"..."

Branwen blinked, momentarily surprised despite himself.

Then his lips curled into another smirk. Mischief glinted in his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, his voice sly, mocking.

"Make me."

The words were like a spark tossed onto dry kindling.

And Raven took it seriously.

SWOOOOH~

He didn't hesitate. <Psychokinesis> activated instantly.

FWOOOOSH—!

Branwen's chair was ripped from its place, dragged forward with terrifying speed as though the air itself had hands!

"Huh?!"

The sudden motion jolted him, leaving no time to react, no chance to resist.

FWIP-

In less than a heartbeat, Branwen was pulled to the front of the classroom, his chair scraping harshly across the floor before halting directly in front of Raven!

"..."

Branwen remained seated, posture stiff, while Raven stood tall before him, looming above. The positioning alone forced Branwen to look up.

And when he did...

Raven's cold eyes were already there, looking down, unblinking.

'This feels shitty...'

Branwen thought, clenching his teeth, irritation gnawing at him even as he suppressed the rest of his emotions.

"Now, we can talk properly."

Raven said calmly, his presence still heavy, like a wall that refused to move.

"Wow, what a jerk."

Branwen mumbled under his breath, unable to stop himself from the absurdity of what just happened.

A small, interested smile spread across his face.

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