Krom was momentarily stunned. He turned around quickly, only to see a noblewoman, elegantly dressed and holding a parasol, gracefully approaching from a distance.
She moved slowly, as though partially blind—every few steps, she had to be assisted by her attendants. Yet her voice rang out clear as day, piercing through the crowd like a blade through silk.
Krom's brow furrowed. His gaze locked onto the woman, eyes filled with caution and veiled menace.
But the noblewoman acted as if she hadn't noticed. She let out a soft chuckle, covering her mouth politely as she spoke.
"What, afraid to admit it? You from Lioncrest Academy abducted this young man's sister and lured him here, and now you're trying to turn the tables—accusing him of being the aggressor for fighting back? Truly shameless."
The crowd began murmuring at once.
"So Alan had a reason to attack?"
"His sister's just a regular girl, isn't she? Lioncrest Academy would go so far as to harm a child?"
