Owner of the Unique Staff (2)

Must be a nice friend. Amain felt somewhat relieved.

"But why are you speaking formally? They said first-years shouldn't use formal speech with each other..."

"Even so... may I ask which house you're from?"

Which house?

Ah, is that it.

Amain touched his cream-colored blonde hair.

With this blonde hair and his looks. Amain was often mistaken for a noble's child. Though he didn't know what exactly made him look noble.

"Ah I'm not a noble..."

"Hmmm?"

There was no need for detailed explanation. The Riddle house consisted of just Amain and Roil.

But who knew the other's expression would crumple as soon as he said that.

Thud!

He even roughly pushed Amain.

He almost fell over.

"What are you doing!"

When Amain glared, the boy instead gave a mocking laugh.

"How dare a lowborn..."

"Bex, what's going on."

At the small commotion, other boys gathered around the one called Bex.