Electives [5]

A man with light blue hair and sky-blue eyes walked around the hall of his apartment.

Clank–!

Closing the door, he immediately sat down on the couch.

Looking at the window, the moon was already up.

His stature was quite small which was unsuitable for his age.

22-years-old, and yet people would often mistake him for a teenager.

No, maybe a child.

But despite his small stature, people regarded him as the strongest ranker of the current era.

Lucian Frost.

But Lucian knew it wasn't the case.

He knew there was someone else more befitting of the title.

And that said someone had already appeared before him.

A portal materialized in the corner of his apartment and a figure emerged from it.

The figure's jet-black hair fluttered around from the portal's pressure.

As soon as he fully entered the room, his ink black eyes landed to meet Lucian's gaze.