"Mel, where are you going?"
Nalt, the leader of the group of ten people, spoke out of his gaze, but Mel's decision was final.
"Pack up and follow me!"
The young boy said his last word and turned around. Others had no choice but to do what he said. They would either follow the person who carried them to the Green Shadow Academy or fight for existence in this dump.
Mel began to walk with his group. His steps were firm and elegant. Even though the children from ordinary families had trouble keeping up with him, he seemed to have no intention of slowing down. His eyes were fixed on a spot ahead of him.
Although an hour had passed, he did not speak a word. His distance with the group was slowly getting bigger, but he did not change his speed in the face of this situation. Two hours later, when he reached the front of the house where he settled yesterday, he stopped, turned around, and looked at the road as if he remembered something.