"So you knew…" Damian said.
"Ah… yes. I heard you and her talking. It was during the first gala night, I think. You were drunk… and kinda mean," Sam replied casually.
Damian sighed, glancing at him sideways.
Sam continued, "I always knew, though. You were too… informed for a commoner."
"I… I'm not that guy. I never was."
"I know."
They parted ways as Sam headed to the Spellborne Legion side, while Damian walked back quietly toward his room.
However, a mana signature near his room made him narrow his eyes. Kamisen was standing outside, waiting. Did he want to talk about the dungeon or something?
"Hey!" the black-fur-clad beastmen boy called out.
"Kamisen…" Damian replied.
"Oh, so you know me."
"Not much more than your name and spells," Damian said with a faint smile.