Arthur Xeton
Damien narrowed his gaze and asked, "May I know what senior brother saw in me to help me out?"
Arthur softly chuckled as he patted Damien's shoulders, "Is it that surprising to help someone in trouble, especially when they didn't break any rules? As a fourth-year senior disciple, I must make sure my juniors don't suffer any ill-treatment no matter from who."
Damien, however, felt it odd that in such a world, especially a prince like him could be so kind. With so much power, wealth, status, and being the future heir to the most powerful empire in the continent, it was easy to get drunk with their status.
However, the person before him seemed like a charming gentleman whose smile made people feel at ease, just like how one feels when they behold the serene sea in the mornings.