Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1315 - 1315: What about me?

When the three of them noticed the fairly large group of students approaching, a flicker of tension passed between them.

Not because they were afraid of losing a fight. No. All of them knew that if they could use their full abilities, if they could truly unleash their skills, then not a single opponent stood a chance.

But that wasn't the issue.

The problem was that they couldn't. Not here. Not now. If they performed too well in a scuffle, or if they walked away without a scratch, people would start asking questions. The wrong kind of questions. And getting found out was the last thing they could afford.

"I think this might be the perfect time to test out my new weapon," Liam said, flashing a mischievous grin as he swung the device into his hand and cracked it down against the ground.

A spark jumped from the tip and exploded on contact. The blast hit the floor with a loud pop, causing the approaching students to flinch and recoil.

"Wait!" Beatrix darted forward, grabbing Liam's wrist. She was so close now that he could smell her, something floral and sharp that overwhelmed his senses. Even the system messages buzzing in his mind were urging him to calm down.

"I don't think they're here to fight," she said, holding his gaze. "Did you see how they reacted? That wasn't an attack posture. They were surprised."

Dame studied the group more carefully. Some of the students were practically hiding behind a couple of recognizable A-Class figures. Maybe they'd read the situation all wrong. But then, why had they approached?

"Sorry to bother you guys," one of the students, tall, clean-cut, stepped forward, hands raised. "We're not trying to start anything. It's just... there was something we wanted to ask. That's all."

Liam's system kicked in. No lies. No aggression. And then something else, something strange.

No… no way, Liam thought, scanning the data. There has to be a system error. It can't be…

The group of eight, four boys, four girls, split apart.

The boys moved toward Beatrix. Then, without warning, all four of them dropped to one knee in perfect sync.

"We have all been captured by your beauty, Madam Beatrix!" they declared in chorus, like they'd rehearsed it.

One of them, clearly the ringleader, continued: "From the moment we first saw you, we knew. We were captivated by your every move. But we realized it wouldn't be fair to compete in secret. So after much discussion, we decided to come forward, together, and confess our feelings.

"We ask only one thing… Please choose one of us. Just one, to have dinner with tonight."

He lowered his head in a dramatic bow. The others followed suit, raising their voices: "Please consider our offer!"

Beatrix froze. She'd always been popular in Pagna, but for very different reasons. Never like this. Never with four boys at once, openly confessing under the eyes of a crowd.

She was caught off guard, but admittedly, kind of impressed. They were bold. Honest. Maybe a little dramatic, but in a way that was almost charming.

Meanwhile, Liam's worst-case scenario was being confirmed by the second. His system was accurate. It wasn't just the boys. The girls had also come with intentions… and they were now huddled together, shyly holding arms, giggling, and casting bashful glances at,

Dame.

One of the girls stepped forward, her face pink. "Are you doing anything right now? Maybe… maybe we could all go out? We could show you around the campus, or there's this really nice dessert shop not too far from here."

"Together?" Dame asked, brow raised. "All at the same time?"

The girls exchanged looks and giggled.

"We don't mind sharing," one of them whispered. "Just… give us all the same attention."

Even though they were speaking softly, Liam's system picked up every word, and it was making him visibly twitch. Steam practically blew out of his ears.

"Alright, ladies, calm down, calm down," Liam said, stepping in front of Dame and throwing an arm around his shoulder. "You don't all need to share. I'm here too, you know."

The girls turned their attention to Liam, eyes scanning him up and down. Sure, he had the looks and the physique of a Pagna warrior, there was no denying that. But the way he carried himself? His attitude? That was where the problem lay.

Even the way he barged into the conversation just now…

"I'm sorry," Beatrix finally said, stepping forward. "I came here to focus on my studies. As a transfer student, I already have to work harder than most. I just don't have time for dating right now. I hope you all understand."

The boys looked disappointed, but oddly… encouraged. Her gentle rejection only deepened their admiration. How could someone reject them so calm, it could only have been from the person named Beatrix.

"We respect that," one of them said softly, with a smile on their faces.

Then it was Dame's turn.

"As flattered as I am that you approached me," Dame said, voice steady, "I'm afraid I can't grant your request."

Even if he'd wanted to, it wouldn't have been possible. The moment he received the Gauntlets, everything changed. Their power came at a cost. He could no longer use his soldier. That part of him was gone.

He had made peace with it. Maybe there were other ways to experience connection, but he wouldn't lead these girls on, not like this.

The group of students, disappointed but respectful, bowed their heads and slowly turned away.

That should've been the end of it.

But it wasn't.

"What about me?!" Liam shouted, throwing his arms up. "Seriously, what about me?!"

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