"We've heard rumors," Apollo said casually. "About how things were handled last year. I'm curious—what happened that was so disruptive?"
The seniors exchanged uneasy glances.
"It's not something we talk about openly," one of them said. "But let's just say the lower classes overstepped their bounds. The hierarchy exists for a reason."
Another senior, a girl with cold green eyes, added, "There's a reason the student council keeps such a tight grip on things now. Some students don't understand their place."
Apollo's gaze darkened. He leaned back, a polite smile masking his thoughts. "Interesting. Thanks for the insight."
After that, Apollo merely ordered Jeremiah to record everything that was being talked about inside the ballroom and, at the same time, gather any info records or documents that made the emperor order him to investigate.
"No matter how careful they are, I should be able to find something; the second years are here, right?"
