"Are you okay, Charl?"
Seeing Charl's swollen ankle, Sigmund immediately spoke, his voice filled with concern.
"I... I'm fine," Charl replied, but her face still showed a hint of pain, obviously trying to be strong.
Yet even so, Charl seemed to want to get up and leave.
And this behavior seemed to manifest when Sigmund mentioned that the Disciplinary Committee and the Guards would be coming.
Additionally, Charl had just mentioned the Disciplinary Committee and not the Guards, indicating that she definitely didn't want the Disciplinary Committee to see her in her current state.
"What's wrong?" Rozen suddenly became curious and said with a smile, "Could it be that you've done too many naughty things and instinctively fear the Disciplinary Committee?"
"Who did naughty things?" Charl immediately glared at Rozen and said loudly, "I'm Charl, from the prestigious House of Belew, upholding the principles of a noble person, and I would never do anything unbecoming!"
"Is that so?" Rozen looked innocent and said, "Then how come I heard that someone not only injured senior students but also destroyed the dissection room and set fire to the garden?"
"Th-That was...." Charl suddenly became hesitant.
As a result, it was Sigmund who spoke up.
"You've misunderstood this," Sigmund explained, "Injuring the senior student was mainly because the person wanted to invite Charl into their club but got physical... or something like that."
"What do you mean, 'or something like that'?" Charl protested, "That's exactly what happened!"
"I see," Rozen suddenly understood, nodding as if he had just realized, but then he spoke again, "And what about destroying the dissection room and setting fire to the garden?"
Were there hidden stories behind these two incidents?
Just as Rozen was thinking about this...
"Destroying the dissection room was because Charl is afraid of frogs," Sigmund explained, "As for setting fire to the garden, it was because Charl said there were bees after her."
In an instant, Rozen was dumbfounded.
All because of that?
Just because of that, you destroyed the dissection room and set the garden on fire?
"Sigmund!"
Charl exclaimed, her face a mix of embarrassment and anger at her dark history being exposed.
However, Rozen was rather intrigued.
"What about pushing your roommate down the stairs?" Rozen curiously asked, "What was the reason behind that?"
"Well," Sigmund explained without hesitation, "that was because the other person barged into the bathroom suddenly while Charl was taking a shower, and she wanted to protect the secret of her chest pad..."
Before he could finish, Sigmund was kicked away with a "bang."
Kicked away by a foot that was swollen and unrecognizable.
"Ughhh...!"
Clutching her injured foot, Charl, who had kicked Sigmund, winced in pain while tears welled up in her eyes. She glared at Rozen with a murderous look.
"You didn't hear anything, right?"
Charl threatened fiercely, her anger palpable.
"Heheh..."
Rozen could only chuckle awkwardly.
Finally, a chaotic sound of footsteps approached from all around.
"Oh no!"
Only then did Charl remember that she couldn't stay in this place any longer, her face showing a panicked and flustered expression.
Rozen, on the other hand, turned his head and looked in the direction of the approaching footsteps.
There, a group of students wearing the school uniform but with coats draped over it, and with gold-trimmed armbands on their arms, were hurrying towards them.
Seeing this scene, Charl seemed to give up on something, lowered her head, and fell silent.
Rozen, however, didn't pay attention to this. He just looked at the students hurrying towards them.
"Is that the Disciplinary Committee?"
In Walpurgis Royal Academy of Machinart, there were two organizations responsible for maintaining campus order.
One was the Guard Squad, composed of graduates of the academy or outstanding puppeteers recruited from outside.
The other was the Disciplinary Committee, staffed by outstanding talents within the academy.
Now, the students hurrying over were wearing the school uniform, indicating that they were members of the Disciplinary Committee.
These Disciplinary Committee members were led by a student.
He was a handsome young man with flowing golden hair, delicate features, a slender figure, and he even looked somewhat feminine, the type that girls would undoubtedly like, perhaps even squeal over.
Without a doubt, he was a beautiful young man.
Seeing Rozen, a slightly surprised expression appeared on the young man's face.
Needless to say, the young man recognized Rozen.
However, the young man adjusted his expression and approached.
"I am Felix Kingsfort, the head of the Disciplinary Committee."
Identifying himself as Felix, the male approached Rozen and inquired so.
"When a loud explosion happened in this area just now, and since you were present, would you mind if we ask you some questions?"
As he said this, a friendly smile appeared on the young man's face, and his words were filled with maximum goodwill, giving off a very favorable impression.
However, Rozen noticed that the young man was wearing a silk glove with gold embroidery on his hand.
In other words, Felix, who identified himself as the head of the Disciplinary Committee, was also a participant in the Night Party.
Rozen naturally knew him as well.
After all, in these days, Rozen had already gathered quite a bit of information about the academy.
"You're the 'Valkyria,' right?"
Rozen directly voiced out the young man's identity.
———"Valkyria."
This was naturally Felix's registered code.
He was one of the "Thirteen," ranked 4th in the academy, not only the head of the Disciplinary Committee, almost single-handedly managing the academy's internal order, but also the eldest son of the Kingsfort family.
In Britain, the Kingsfort family was a more influential and powerful aristocratic family than the Belew family.
Not only are they associated with the British intelligence agencies, but they are also influential members of the upper house of Parliament. Walter, being Felix's father, held significant power even during the reign of the late queen. He was a prominent figure in the British Empire, and even the academy couldn't ignore their wishes.
Felix, in addition to being the eldest son of the Kingsfort family, is the head of the disciplinary committee at the academy. He is a prominent genius and considered a strong contender to win the Night Party, partly due to his appearance, which makes him very popular.
Now, he has led the disciplinary committee members to this location.
Upon hearing Rozen directly reveal his identity, Felix's friendly smile remained unchanged.
"To be able to fight on par with the 'Marshal,' causing a stir that even reached the headmaster, and being remembered by such a transfer student, is truly an honor," Felix said, reaching out his hand towards Rozen as if wanting to shake hands.
However, during this time, Felix noticed Charl sitting behind Rozen, holding her ankle, avoiding eye contact, and appearing quite shy.
"Charl? You're here too?"
Felix widened his eyes.
"Felix..."
Charl was a bit embarrassed, avoiding eye contact and even blushing slightly.
"Oh?"
Seeing Charl like this, Rozen raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding.
So, that's why this irritable girl is in such a hurry to leave. It seems she doesn't want Felix to see her like this.