“Mado!”

The students replied loudly and began gorging down the food. Chun Yeowun smiled at the taste of chicken meat. He was sick and tired of two weeks of rice soup, and as he ate, he felt Chun Mukuem glaring at him the entire time. He wasn’t sure why the Loyal Clan hated him so much.

‘You better eat up now since you won’t be eating well starting tomorrow.’