Five members of the Committee of Discipline entered the ordinary class, a mix of male and female cadets.
At the forefront of the group was Kim Yerin, who strode forward with grace and authority. Her movements exuded an air of stern command, leaving no room for doubt.
The other committee members followed her closely.
Yerin came to a halt in front of Azrael, who remained seated atop the bully's body, his gaze cold and unwavering. A moment of silence descended upon the class, with no sound but the occasional hushed breath.
Yerin, her expression serious, leaned forward slightly and asked, "Azrael, explain all of this." Her eyes bore into Azrael's, expecting an answer.
Azrael raised his head, meeting Yerin's gaze with an unyielding stare. For a moment, the room hung in tense silence, devoid of any other sound.
"There's nothing to explain," Azrael replied curtly, his tone serious and direct.
