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The little boy's tears streamed down his cheeks, though he desperately tried to hide it. The culprit of these tears, however, walked right behind him, in an attempt to force Epel to work on his model walk and etiquette once again. Looking at Epel, I wildly wanted to take revenge on his offender, even if Pomfiores Prefect poisoned me after that. I don't even mind at this point. Watching this golden boy cry is much more painful than dying.

Standing in front of Epel, thereby fencing him off from Vil, I had to meet the eyes of this extremely unpleasant person.

- Leave him alone, Vil, it's getting out of hand! - I said with fake confidence, noticing another approaching figure in the distance. Thanks to the artsy hat, it was immediately clear that this person was not on our side, and potentially dangerous.

- Better get away from here, Rook!

- Well, well, I came to see the performance, - the stalker said in his usual manner - besides, you won't even stand before Vil.

- As long as this potato is in my dorm, he will do what I say. Besides, what can you do to protect the little talentless Epel? - said Vil, arrogantly emphasizing my helplessness.

The sound of a savour slap echoed through the college corridors. Schoenheit's face twisted in the pure surprise and rage at that very moment. It was the first time someone had the audacity to hit him.