The lunch break arrived, the teacher left, and the students were either going to the Academy's cafeteria to grab some of the food provided by the facility or waiting for their attendants to bring it to them.
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The gold-haired first prince Horeo glanced at the black-haired boy at the desk in front of him.
He and Miriette had talked over his unexpected behavior of Zoemi for the entire lecture and came to the same conclusion.
Zoemi had not changed a bit – he was still putting others before him.
It was infuriating – all the more so that it wasn't like this was some dumb idea – for the circumstances, that might even be considered the right thing to do.
People love to have something or someone to push the blame for the bad things happening in their lives, even when the scapegoat of their choosing isn't guilty in any way.
That is why it was always so hard to root out the bad rumors to the point of impossibility.
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