Dark Dragon: The Summoned Hero Is A Villain

Chapter 272: The Griffin And The Oracle

Noah and Arlo turned towards the voice, a frown on their faces.A tall figure stood there, dressed in the same neatly pressed uniform of the third years.

The young man was built like a seasoned warrior, with broad shoulders and the kind of arrogance that came from old blood.

He had close-cropped white hair, but what drew Noah’s attention, though, were his eyes.

He had pitch black irises.

For a moment, Noah thought he was seeing an older reflection of Arlo.

They had the same angular jawline, and the same straight nose, but where Arlo’s emerald eyes held a hint of humanity and focus, this man’s were empty of both.

Arlo’s expression turned to stone. "Florian," he greeted, voice clipped and cold.

The older student smirked faintly. "Still pretending we’re on formal terms, cousin?" His gaze slid past Arlo and landed on Noah.

Disgust twisted his features. "I see you’ve found new company," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "Fraternizing with dirt now, are we?"

Noah blinked once. The insult wasn’t subtle. It was designed to provoke.

For a moment, he simply studied Florian, his eyes trailing lazily from the man’s expensive boots to his self-satisfied smirk. Then he turned to Arlo.

"Who’s the idiot?" he asked calmly.

A muscle twitched in Arlo’s jaw. "My cousin," he said flatly.

Florian’s smirk flickered. His eyes snapped to Noah. "You don’t know your place," he said, his voice cold.

"And you," Noah replied evenly, "don’t have any manners."

A faint murmur rippled through the students nearby. Third years were used to deference. No one spoke to them like that, much less a first year.

Florian’s expression darkened. "You dare—"

But before he could finish, Arlo stepped between them.

"Enough," he said quietly.

Florian sneered. "You think standing in front of him changes what he is? You’re undermining the standing of the Kael family by mixing with filth."

Arlo’s eyes narrowed. He took a single step closer, and the temperature of the air seemed to drop.

His voice, when he spoke, was low, each word filled with a cold edge. "You can insult me all you want, Florian. But if you ever insult my friend again, I will make you regret it."hing I did find. A name."

He looked directly at Noah. "The name is The Sleeper."