In the principal's office, there was a short pause.
The cup's liquid was still steaming its freshness in the air.
The curtains were swinging with the breeze that flew through the open window.
The atmosphere was all silent as the ice was solid in the room, not a word was spoken.
Both the men at in silence when the ice cracked by the Demon Lord's movement.
He took another sip of his honey coffee, laced it back on the plate, and said,
"Sir, Principal of Knowledge, about what you said earlier, it's your concern that I understand but, it's hard to stop.
I can't stop blaming myself for what I did."
"Yet, it has been decades my Lord." Replied the Principal, "Not to mention, it was just a quarrel, not a conflict or a deadly battle.
Noting related to weapon, blood or wounds took place, right?"
This dumbfounded the Butler.
