"So….what are you going to do next?"
Moy, with half face plastered with bandages, asked while crossing his legs on his chair. Crey, who was sitting opposite him with his hands intertwined and kneading in frustration, looked up and muttered with a dull depressing tone,
"I think…you should reconsider?"
Moy lifted his eyebrow while shaking his head in negation,
"Well! Crey Morgan, I am Head Professor of 'Order Castor' which means I am the one in charge of this buildin… ahhh though totally unrelated, it is a lotus-shaped building, not Starfish-shaped. And…."
"No way!, …. But I didn't even say it aloud?"
"You don't need to 'cause architects did a terrible job at it, and….as I was saying. You are now under me, so it's better if you start to grow serious and accept your dues.
No real pressure, but after knowing your details from General Dan I am worried about your future as a 'Merit Student'."
