Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jenson looked at the meat dishes on his plate that were piled up, and a gentle smile overflowed in his eyes. He accepted this disguised form of emergency relief from his dormmates. This was the first time in

his life that he was getting help from someone else.

Suddenly, a graceful figure arrived like a cool breeze brushing past Jenson's face. Just as he recovered his senses, he saw Savannah sitting next to him without asking for permission. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It was as if she was extremely familiar with him.

Timothy and Quinton both fixed their eyes on her, staring straight at Savannah's face.

There was a pair of big eyes that made her seem quick-witted on her round face. Her eyes were shining akin to obsidian and were as bright as stars.

Her beauty exuded a sense of cleverness.

Savannah squeezed out a bright smile at Timothy and Quinton on the opposite side. "Hello, my name is Savannah Jones."

Quinton and Timothy were both top students who paid no attention to outside matters when they were high school students. They were the type who concentrated on burying their faces in books. Upon seeing a beautiful girl winking enthusiastically at them, they felt electricity flowing in them as the tips o

f their ears turned red in an instant.

"Hi. Hello. My name is Timothy." Timothy was wiping his hands on his shirt, fearing that he would dirty Savannah's hand. Then, he stretched out his hand to shake her hand.

name is

and said, "Don't try to take advantage of

said to Savannah,

to look at Jenson. She asked, "Huh? Didn't I predict that you'd come across a bloodbath? Why do you look fine?" Jenson rolled his eyes at her and said,

me.

fearful of others saying she was incapable in her specialty. The more Jenson was in disbelief of her skills, the more desperately she wanted to

out a deck of tarot cards from her pocket and handed them to Jenson.

Jenson remained indifferent.

"Just

at the sight anymore and said to Jenson, "Come one,

him

Jenson reluctantly drew out a card and

got her hands on the card, the first thing she did was not lift the card open. Instead, she placed both hands together and put them on the top of her head. She chanted out loud

speechlessly. He scorned

at the cold-looking Jenson and placed her hands down as

the card was a pile of

cried out in

at her. "What