Ihan held out the cotton candy he’d been carrying.
The student from the White Tiger Tower screamed and flung himself to the side.
It was pitifully hard to avoid anything in the alley. ‘Damn it! Wodanaz, you sly bastard!’ He wasn’t counted among the first-years’ top fighters for nothing.
That was a perfect tactic — strike when they were at their most vulnerable! …But the spell never came.
Ihan and his friends looked down at the White Tiger Tower lot as if they were crazy.
“What are you doing?”
“……”
Batrek, who had rolled in the alley mud, shut his mouth and quietly got to his feet.
He dusted the dirt from his coat and tried to speak as politely as he could.
“…We were playing a round of polo.”
“Here?”
“We usually play in alleys.”
The White Tiger Tower students behind him hesitated, then nodded.
Ihan, still stunned, tried to accept it.
“Oh. Right. I see. So you like playing polo in alleys… Here, take this.”
“???”
Batrek took the cotton candy Ihan offered and frowned in confusion.
“What is this?”
“A snack I bought for you guys.”
“Where did you get the coin for that…? Wait—did you steal it?”
“Why is ‘did you steal it’ your first instinct? I got it from Professor Uregeoreum.”
“!?”
The students were more shocked by the idea that he’d gotten it from Professor Uregeoreum than by the theft accusation.
How could that be?