Keres was walking through the hallway within the main building of the Clan of Noir with a pissed-off face. She couldn't believe that her supposedly friends could humiliate her without any problems. She was angry at such a face and was disappointed in herself. If she wasn't weak, her words would have weight on them. Nevertheless, there was nothing she could do about it. She had to be the Future Lord of Noir, no matter what.
"All of them are betraying me because I'm weak. Even if they insult me, I won't be able to do anything about it. That is the truth and will always be the truth." Keres uttered as her pissed-off face slowly faded. The flames of anger within her heart disappeared, and what replaced it was a void of feelings. She didn't know what to feel, and she didn't even know what she was doing.