"H-Huh?"
Rufus and his followers looked at each other in both dismay and confusion. Just what kind of trick was this sold-out prefect cooking now? Was it so difficult to just let them go?
"Tell me, the so called 'argument' was between the five of you guys and the group with my little Evelyn, right?"
Rufus shifted his gaze towards the pink haired girl who was leisurely petting her pink fox as if she had already put him out of her mind. A strange feeling of both resentment and helplessness started festering within his heart.
"T-That's right. Just a minor disagreement. We didn't do anything!"
Cecilia frowned. "Just tell me what I ask, don't go blabbering useless stuff! Anyway, you didn't provoke anyone else?"
The dark skinned boy gulped, recalling his entry declaration of Lavinian scum being trash. If it was said out loud, wouldn't this Lavinian prefect chew his bones to dust?
"O-Of course not?"
Cecilia nodded, satisfied.
