The office's occupant, Warden Corentin, sat behind his desk, his face pale and perplexed.
He had already lowered his posture considerably, so the students would have rejoiced if they had completed their intern guard assessment normally. So why did they seem so off now?
"..."
Warden Corentin clenched his hands tight, trying to remain calm.
Meanwhile, not far from there.
Even if Hyperion wanted to say something, she felt it was too late. Interrupting would only add to the chaos for Lanci and the others!
"We are all in a difficult situation, but rules still need to be followed. Your debt needs to be paid now."
The three intern prison guards displayed a side completely different from their professional identity.
This attitude and bearing put an unprecedented pressure on the warden.
The young men in front of him were no longer the respectful, obedient intern guards he once knew. Instead, they showed a distinct sense of lawlessness.
