Chapter 572 [572] What did I do you?[2]

Chapter 572 [572] What did I do you?[2]

One belonged to that of the teacher, who would stare at me for a while and continue teaching. That gaze was filled with nothing but a sort of admiration, and regret. Emotions typical of an older individual who gazed at a youngster overflowing with such talent that they could never match. It's pretty standard among the human species.

The second gaze was one I would never mind. It was Sabrina's, who was staring at me with a confused, and somewhat bored look on her face. She would sometimes fidget, and write something on her diary, but her eyes never left me. I could sense that even though my eyes were closed.

The emotions behind Sabrina's gaze are unknown to me, I am eager to know what they are, what they represent and why they are there. Perhaps it's boredom? Something more complex that I cannot understand? I want to know and discover...and I would be doing it if not for the third fucking gaze.

An emotion I know all too well, directed towards me from beyond the room and one that I loathe, but am the most familiar with. And also one I know how to use the best.

Killing intent, complete, pure killing intent. There is a faint string of mana that I can feel from the wall to my right, outside the class. A student, most likely, is using a clairvoyance skill to look at me.

It's so intricate, even Sabrina was unable to notice it. But it would never go unnoticed by a dragon.

I opened my eyes somewhat, using Dragon eyes to peer through the wall and identify the person who looks at me with such killing intent.

A girl, wearing the uniform of the first years.

'Another troublesome first year...'

I thought. The first years of this batch are fucking annoying. They still come to annoy Sabrina even though I am here, and I even received a lot of duel requests from them, which I promptly ignored. But that is mostly the boys, what did I do to receive that gaze from a girl?

The boys look at me like that because of Sabrina, and as far as I know, most of the girls from the first years are too obsessed with the handsome ones. Like Elijah or Henry... I am not included in those... So... Why?

I wonder... It's not possible that I did something to offend someone, considering I don't even come to school often.

The girl possessed bright-emerald green hair, I can conclude she either has the poison or nature element as her affinity... It seems she noticed that I can see her, so she moved a step back reflexively, her wild hair fluttered around and finally left her face, the barrier that prevented me from remembering her face was removed...

... Ha?

[Oh...alright. Sorry if you thought of something...wait, niece?]

The realization struck me after a while. Niece? Should it not be cousin or something of the sorts? Sabrina is an aunt?

The confusion was noticed by her, and she responded with a cocky smile.

[You wouldn't be able to understand the family trees of rich families. It's complicated for you.]

She casually flexed her wealth and intelligence. I decided to leave it be and asked her.

[So...have you said anything to her about me? Something bad?]

It seems my question was misinterpreted, Sabrina looked at me with a glare and asked.

[Why are you asking me something like this? Don't tell me you really are like Eli-]

[No! It's just she's looking at me with the intent to rip me apart... So I was simply curious as to why she looked at me with such intent.]

[She...is an eccentric child.]

I get that, humans have their own tendencies, however weird they may be...but what did I do to your niece that garnered such a gaze? One that is so determined to rip me apart, kill me in the most gruesome way possible and relish in my suffering?

The girl outside, Sabrina's niece, ran away when she noticed I was now looking at her fully. Perhaps her gaze was met with an instinctive response from my side... I hope it doesn't impact my relationship with Sabrina.

Though I do want to know why she looked at me like that...If it was someone else perhaps their corpse would be all that was left, or them being beaten by me so furiously that they wouldn't even dare look at me again.

... But I can't do that...