Darius shrugged, casting an apologetic look at Owen. "Sorry, Professor Owen. I thought this was an ordinary stool."

Reaching ahead, Owen waved the latter's apology off and said, "It's alright. That's unimportant since your presence has allowed me to conduct an almost perfect test on my stool. Anyone would've eagerly wanted you to partake in their experiments too. They wouldn't have refused such a tempting situation—I know I wouldn't."

While speaking, his gaze returned to his desk. "Anyway, you should ask someone else to update you on what has happened in class, as I don't have time to lay out the details. Now, you may leave my office at once. Please don't anger me anymore; I don't wish to waste my energy on your prolonged absence. Otherwise, I'll be sure to make you pay for the time that you've cavalierly wasted!"

Darius stopped listening toward the end of the former's speech. He exited the office without hesitation, stood in the hallway with his hands in his pockets, and sighed deep