"I apologize for interrupting both of you. May I have the privilege of using this window?" Desmond's sudden question left Jessy with a blank expression, while both of them stared at him in disbelief.
"Of course," Weston replied graciously, settling back into his chair and observing the ongoing battle between the students. Jessy, on the other hand, inwardly sighed, her gaze fixed on the principal's peculiar behavior.
She turned her attention to Desmond, her mind swirling with a myriad of questions. Accepting the fact that he was the person who had managed to steal all of the miniatures was still a challenge for her. What intrigued her further was his unusual composure—a lack of nervousness or fear typically seen in new students. His tranquility surpassed that of even the most experienced elders she encountered on the road.
