The night before the word of the Vice-Principal's passing reached the ears of the principal, back when the old man was raging against his traitorous subordinate, two more people had stepped out into the streets of the University.
"Miss Knight, you are three seconds early. I appreciate your sincerity." The man covered in clouds of darkness spoke to the knight with a slightly cold, almost threatening tone.
Yet again today, the black robed knight couldn't help but be taken aback by his voice. Had he not been making a conscious effort to change it now that they were not in action mode, she might have been able to place a finger on who it came from.
But even if she did that, she wouldn't have believed it. That was the case with dear little sob of a girl with a giant crush, Lady Kristine et Kaiser.
"Is that a jab at me?" Kristine asked back.
"Not at all, I have no reason to do something like that."