"You guys aren't afraid of me anymore?" Raga, with a different upbringing. To be precise, since he was four years old, he had been taught various kinds of martial arts as well as using weapons. Evidently, he had tried to act like a normal teenager but was still feared."Because when you introduced yourself, it looked terrible. What's more, you bluntly mentioned your family name if we look it up, you're the son of one of the mafia bosses." The ordinary teenager, who was in the same class as Raga named Devan answered immediately. Although, he was always careful in what he said. The problem would be complicated, if he misunderstood, when he heard his words."Okay, okay." Raga chuckled, then fell silent and his expression suddenly became serious. "Just so you know, seeing people scared is fun.""That's what you think! It's different with us!" The five of them replied compactly, but did not expect to know Raga."Okay, so what's up?" Raga propped up his chin, returning to acting like a norm
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