Edward squinted, eyes narrowing at the figure standing between them and Dara.
He couldn't see through the sage disguise—probably a royal grade dress.
( He wasn't wrong, the disguise belonged to Dara who passed it over to Sion. )
But he didn't need to see through the face to know who could do such a thing.
"…Sion," Edward finally said, voice low.
The other two blinked at him. Even Sion tilted his head—surprised at how the red haired dude had guessed his name.
"Sion?" Jake repeated.
"The second-ranked first year," Edward clarified. "I know all the male powerhouses in our year by face."
His gaze sharpened at Sion.
"Except one. You."
Jake raised a brow. "And your first thought is he's from your year?"
Edward looked over "you are a second year, right?"
Jake choked. "Yea, so?"
"You know any powerhouse who is so less busy to do this?" Edward asked flatly.
"Good point." Jake nodded.
"Besides, I am sure you guys are weaker." Edward continued.
"What?! I am stro—"
