"Arthur, do you need company?"
The man with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes asked; he was the one who was somewhat obsessed with Samantha Hall, not because of her looks and body, but rather because of her reputation and family's business.
"I've already called some men, but do you plan on joining? You have something against that bastard, right... Reinhardt?"
The Student Council President — who was sitting on a high-back chain in his villa-like dormitory room — spoke casually as he looked from his side.
"It will be fun, you see. So tomorrow, when the Tower of Growth or whatever the hell is that opens, we'd have less to think about.
"I'm planning to get rid of him because I don't like someone who's getting in my way even slightly.
He said firmly as he clenched his fist that was on the armrest of the high-back chair, remembering the supposed-to-be one of his toys.
