At exactly eight o'clock, Professor Sylph entered the classroom with the bell and immediately noticed Evan Pearson occupying Emma's seat.
Evan Pearson's position was extremely conspicuous.
That was because the seats originally belonged to Emma and the other two, and were located in the Knight Academy section.
While students did not have fixed individual seats, the areas assigned to each academy were very clearly divided.
Thus, the students seated behind Evan Pearson were all from the Magister House.
Professor Sylph frowned and called him out without mercy. "Evan Pearson, mind your seat."
Evan Pearson frowned. "Professor, are there assigned seats for this class?"
Professor Sylph said, "Your academy's section is on that side." Only then did Evan Pearson turn to look toward the Noble House section, where everyone wore Noble House uniforms—while the students behind him all wore Magister House uniforms.
He immediately realized that he had indeed sat in the wrong place. "Sorry."
After a somewhat sincere apology, Evan Pearson stood up and walked into the aisle, then slowly made his way toward the back rows.
He looked over the rows one by one. Some had three people per row, while others had only one, but no one invited him over.
Dulong did want to show his "hospitality." But he was already cramped sitting with Pistan, and he truly did not want to add another person.
Evan Pearson thus made his way all the way to the last row.
By then, it was already too late for him to pick a front-row seat with only one person in it.
He could hardly turn around and walk back—that would be even more embarrassing. In the last row, Dark Dimon sat by the window. "Dimon, may I sit here?"
Evan Pearson was actually extremely reluctant to do so. But in order