With a soft blink of light, Seojun and Nymira arrived in the dean's office.
Inside, The Dean was casually sipping coffee across from Alex and Alexa, who were sitting and chatting quietly. The moment the two appeared, the dean saw Nymira's elegant and powerful presence—and spit his coffee in shock.
"Pfffftt—!!"
The coffee sprayed straight onto Alex and Alexa's faces.
"D-Dean?!" Alex stood up, coughing and wiping his face."My makeup!" Alexa groaned, grabbing tissues as the dean panicked.
"I-I'm sorry! So sorry!" the dean stuttered, rushing to clean up.
Alexa glared straight at Seojun. "Do you always appear like this?! You scared the dean to death!"
But before she could say more, she suddenly felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her body stiffened. Slowly, she turned her head—and her eyes met Nymira's.
Nymira was silently staring, her gaze sharp, dangerous, almost like a beast warning another not to step too close.
"Stop it," Seojun said plainly.
