The sun was high in the sky, casting long golden beams through the windows of the Disciplinary Committee office.
The room was dimly lit, with dust motes floating lazily in the warm sunlight.
Behind a large mahogany desk sat Professor Marcellus, the patron of the Disciplinary Committee. His sharp, intelligent eyes flickered from the stack of papers on his desk to the two noble students standing before him.
Their expressions were twisted with contempt, their eyes occasionally darting to Noah and Liliana, who stood silently behind them.
The nobles, still bruised from the encounter the previous night, kept their hands clenched at their sides.
Their uniforms were pristine, but there was no mistaking the tension that lingered in the air.
Every now and then, they cast venomous glances at Noah, who stood calmly with his arms crossed, seemingly unbothered by the situation.
