Ursula stomped.

It was as if she didn't see anyone in front of her.

She only had one target and she would get there. Oblivious to every situation that was approaching, Gus Hatefort arranged his books in the closet.

Shortly after, he just felt someone touch him on the shoulder. Before he could fully realize what was happening, the boy was hit by a fist of considerable force.

As he felt his face vibrate, he looked in disbelief at the person in front of him.

—Are you crazy? he asked. Ursula smiled dryly.

— Crazy to beat you up.