Philippa's meticulously crafted plan crumbled upon laying eyes on the two figures inside her secret room.
Confusion swirled within her as Allen's presence bewildered her, yet upon spotting Percival, clarity dawned, revealing why Allen knew everything.
"Why did you interfere my matter?! Don't you care about the academy's affairs?!" Philippa demanded of Percival. her voice laced with frustration and disbelief as she confronted Percival, flashing with a mixture of anger and apprehension.
Philippa wasn't exactly sure how Percival had found the place, but indeed, she had once told him her plans about the formation of Novatio. As she glanced between Allen and Percival, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over her—betrayal, fear, and a pang of regret for underestimating Percival's resourcefulness.
Percival, who had been sitting leisurely, savoring his tea, set the cup down as he addressed Philippa. "You've gone too far, Philippa."
