The Shadow Cat's suspicion made all the veterans of the North American Team tense up.
Wiland felt his heartbeat quicken slightly. A faint blue electric glow flashed across the surface of the bionic prosthetic eye on his left.
Ever since reaching the fourth rank, he had not felt this way in a very long time.
Most of the time, nervousness was a good thing for Reincarnators.
On one hand, it meant they were still alive. Compared with those who grew complacent, staying alert also made it easier to survive. On the other hand, Reincarnators in a state of tension found it easier to break through the shackles of life.
But right now, he found this uncontrollable anxiety utterly awful.
Whew!
The Red Robe Witch's long hair rose without wind, its color gradually fading into silver-white—her combat state. Jason frowned, resting a hand on the short gun at his waist as he cautiously glanced upward.
Throwing a tantrum in a place like this could get people killed.
The thought flashed through his mind.
The Shadow Cat narrowed its eyes slightly. Archwizards from the outer realms were often the top figures in their respective regions. Accustomed to giving orders, many valued their pride even more than Legendary Wizards did and could not bear the slightest provocation. This was especially true of those from remote star domains, who had little understanding of First University's strength and found it even harder to control their tempers.
The reactions of these Archwizards were just as it had expected.
If they had acted as though nothing had happened after being needled by it, its suspicions would have risen instead.
Even so, just in case, the Shadow Cat lightly swayed its long tail and swept the Great Sprite and Little Fox Maid behind it, preventing these people from