บท 80: Temporary Classes

In the classroom of the red class. Or rather, the classroom of the silver-red class.

Between the teacher's podium and the first row, Leydan was on one knee with his head hung low.

"Leydan. I heard that you caused quite the commotion this morning. What happened?" Cail Maystra, who sat in the first row, demanded an answer.

His arms were crossed and his chin lifted.

"M-Mika Elbar returned, sir..." Leydan replied nervously.

"And?"

Cail's gaze remained stern and unfazed.

"W-we tried to put him into his place, but we got interrupted by Rachel Troa and-"

"I heard enough. Go back to your seat." Cail said, heaving a sigh and waving his hand up and down.

"Y-yes, sir!"

Thus, Leydan hurriedly went to his seat.

"So how should we proceed from now on?"

"Are we going to take care of Mika Elbar?"

The students around Cail voiced their opinions eagerly.

"No."

A vile smirk crept onto Cail's face.