[Follow-Up Subscriptions Requested] Duck Dimon's Cat-and-Dog Time-Space Adventure (Continued)

That half-revealed, half-concealed feeling, leaving people a little room for imagination, preserved an air of mystery while making him seem more believable.

After all, the students' trust in their professors came from the heart.

However, besides Professor Holder Bode, there were two others accompanying him, and Dark had no idea who they truly were.

The two had wrapped themselves up tightly. Though they also wore snake-patterned masks, theirs were white masks distinct from Professor Bode's, and their attire leaned more toward priestly robes.

For the moment, setting aside why wizards and priests had appeared in the secret passages of Saint Marian Academy, the deliberately cultivated atmosphere of mystery was very much to the Little Magisters' taste.

Dark could clearly sense that, once Professor Bode and the others appeared, many people's eyes lit up.

However, things did not develop in a dramatic direction.

Professor Bode planted his thick, long wand on the ground and tapped it lightly. The torch flames flickered, light and shadow intertwining.

Controlling his voice, he said in a low, raspy tone, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Snake of the [Hidden Snake]."

A standard opening.

But then someone in the crowd suddenly said in surprise, "What are you going to do, Snake? Not only does he share your name, he's even trying to steal your [Hidden Snake] nickname!"

Snake Harriman of the fourth-year Noble House immediately darkened, glaring fiercely at the classmate beside him.

He wore a high-collared formal suit and a butterfly mask, exposing only his eyes.

Yet such thorough camouflage had been pierced through by a single remark from his classmate.

Great. Now everyone knew Snake Harriman was here too!

"Hiss—"

A finger-thick little snake slipped out from his collar, flicked its tongue, and left a cool trail across his cheek.

Feeling everyone's gazes