Bab 133: A Failed Manipulation

"Mr. Principal."

Roy faintly heard someone's voice amidst his grogginess. But, he could barely hang on to his consciousness, much less opening his eyes. Thus, despite the continuous call, Roy remained asleep and did not show any sign of movement. It didn't even take long before his brain shut down once again. He felt the heaviness in his head and the darkness that shrouded his vision.

It was calm and peaceful, almost addicting, as if he was floating about in the air. But soon, he felt a turbulence shake toppling his balance and gradually, he heard that same voice again.

"Mr. Principal, Sir!"

Inside the neat office, a man adorning a black robe could be seen standing beside the wooden desk while leaning forward to shake the sleeping old man. Roy was sprawled on his desk with his head lying on his left arm. Meanwhile, his right hand was still holding a quill. A book was left opened beside him.