"Mm... but I'm already used to it."
Mu Ningxue nodded slightly, and although her expression remained expressionless as ever, Su Miu could clearly sense that the other girl seemed to be covered in scars.
The accusations and curses of countless people, being condemned by all-this was utterly fatal for an eighteen-year-old girl.
Many people contracted depression because of this and jumped from buildings to commit suicide, but fortunately, she was very strong. Although her mental state was a bit poor, everything else was okay.
"There's no need to care about other people's gazes. They can curse all they want, while we live our own lives. Take me, for instance-have you heard of Pearl Academy's Great Demon King?"
"I snatched the resources of the entire freshman year, and now every single one of them is scared to death of me. Just look at them right now."
He comforted her, meanwhile reaching out to gesture in a circle toward the spectator stands, encompassing all the onlookers within it.
"I came to challenge the Imperial Capital Academy, and aren't they just reduced to roaring impotently? Curses and accusations are actually the dissatisfaction of the weak toward the strong."
"Take a guess: if they faced the Black Vatican, how many of these good-for-nothings could survive? Not to mention the Blue-Robed Deacon, even a Black Robed Cleric could probably beat them until they dropped to their knees and begged for mercy."
"You can tell this from their behavior. They only dare to accuse an innocent girl like you, yet they don't dare go out and kill a few members of the Black Vatican. You could say they're no different from trash."
Su Miu spread his hands, his tone utterly relaxed. With the most casual tone possible, he scolded the surrounding Imperial Capital freshmen to the