Grand Festival 7

Chills ran down my spine.

As the two girls locked eyes, the air around us grew noticeably colder. It wouldn't have surprised me if Snow was passively using her frost aura skill.

Snow stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze emotionless but powerful. It was as if her very presence commanded silence, a silent warning etched in the air.

Although she wasn't looking directly at me, the message was clear: do not speak unless spoken to.

Alice, on the other hand, maintained a bright smile, but the pressure emanating from her was just as intense. The cheerful façade couldn't mask the underlying tension.

"So, Junior, do you like me~?" Alice repeated, her words now sharper and louder, cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife.

I glanced down at my plate, noticing frost subtly forming around my pasta.

Snow's presence was almost tangible, her silent death glare urging me to choose my words carefully.