This wasn't supposed to happen!!!
What the hell is going on? What did I do wrong!? I don't know what's going on with the development that comes out of my common sense anymore.
I admit that there was blood on my head. But how did this happen?!
I thought desperately about what I had failed to do while being taken by a steep-looking teacher or security guard.
There is no doubt that my father and brother have some sort of connection to Gladys Langley beyond the rescuers.
It's also something unusual that upsets the Duke's father and his two heirs so much.
When I noticed it, I couldn't wipe away my unspeakable anger inside my chest.
Gladys was sometimes seen in special classes at Balfour School, which he had recently begun to attend. A flashy, lightweight, and unattended woman who always brings a powerful surrounding and runs wildly.
I was blind to the battle, which is the duty of nobility, and I could not see the existence that should be discarded in business and so on.
Even my rival Viola had fallen and was very uncomfortable because he couldn't fight properly.
When I saw the disturbance of the founding festival and being abducted helplessly in the arena, I only despised it intensely. I can't believe the ineffective magician just poked me with a knife and couldn't move a single thing with fear.
How miserable it is to belong to the same duke. You deserve what you've done without any effort and behaved prodigiously. Having an overly great father named Tristan Langley is no excuse for giving up.
Such a woman troubles her esteemed father and brother a long time ago. Instead of being useless, it's even harmful, and the disgust just increases.
The decision-maker was last week's special class day event.
I found Gladys heading down the hallway, watching from a distance, and my brother came in the direction of travel. Accidental contact. Even though they could not hear the conversation, their expressions were clear.
Brother facing each other in the hallway, sexually abusive woman. I realized in an instant.
Your brother's feelings - and a cold-blooded woman who doesn't give a shit about it.
In an instant, my intestines began to simmer back. On the contrary, what are you going to do to the next Duke's brother, who is superior in everything?
The two of them broke up in two or three words. Looking at it, my blue eyes unexpectedly caught me whirling with anger in my chest.
Reflectively crouch down before reflecting on the foolish imitation.
It's my fault. From that distance, there is no way that ordinary people can sense my signs. Even my brother didn't notice.
But she won't forgive me. This anger will never subside unless you teach him how to do it.
And as a result of the action, for some reason, I am now exposed to severe chastisement and reprimand in the guidance room. This is me!
Five school teachers were present under the leadership of Professor Harry in order to maintain fairness and objectivity in the hearing.
I came to the principal a little late.
He looks at me even more sharply with his unusual ruthless eyes. It's a trembling gaze, but we can't afford to lose.
"Wait! Sure did! But it's legal! I never guessed, and I didn't use magic!
I'm right! Face such unreasonable grievances head-on.
The means are unknown, but the evil did some minor work.
"It was fitted to Gladys Langley. Please check on that woman. I'm innocent!
In response to my insistent appeal, instructor Harry answered coldly.
"What's the matter?"
As if they were closed in front of their eyes by a robust castle gate, they have no ears at all. I was upset by the attitude and still tried to recruit, but it was barely sealed.
"I'm not mistaken. I don't care about the truth that only you know."
I am stunned by a word that doubts my ears. Is that what the educators say? Even if you ask other teachers for help with your gaze, everyone's eyes are equally hard on me.
In nasty silence, only the instructor's cold words resonate.
"All that matters is objective facts derived from witness testimony and evidence on the spot. Both sides will investigate without bias, but as a result, the evidence of violence you have inflicted on non-combatant students will only solidify. It will be an unshakeable fact."
"No way!? I didn't hit you! It's that woman's act!!
"Can you prove that?
Asked, he took a deep breath.
"With those eyes, you're the only one who testifies about it? What's the value of that?"
"Doesn't that mean that teachers also think my testimony is correct!?
"Personal testimony is pointless. Evidence is all that matters. Otherwise, the principle of reward and punishment is subject to arbitrary judgment. The result is everything. You're stuck in the crowd circle when you've perfectly crafted a situation where you're even black."
You can find merciless reality everywhere. It is not acceptable at all. It's pathetic to complain without suppressing the tremors of your voice.
"I know you're innocent, and I'm the Duke, and you're making a mistake like this....."
"It doesn't matter who you are at school. I guess it's the Duke. Gladys is the only one who's talented, and his abilities are visible in all of this school."
It was mercilessly denied. Are you telling me that I treat such a light woman the same way or the same way...?
I don't even remember the illusion of being under Gladys' control in this school. There is no one on my side.
You think justice loses injustice?
My family is all I can count on anymore.
That's what I thought. I was stabbed with a nail.
"Don't expect anything from Rufus. I'm in class this afternoon. Being a teacher is not allowed to behave as a private person on campus. You wait in school until your parents arrive."
Ruthless warning. What an incomprehension. I can't believe you called your busy father because of my inaction!!
Instructor Harry murmured bitterly as he watched me.
"For the past fifteen years, knight students who boast of their arms can't be stupid. Neither crisis management nor rush is happening. Fighting is not just about being brave. You lost the fight against Gladys. Until the skin is gone."
An unacknowledgable word struck me many times behind my ears.
My ears hurt. There was no doubt or dust about the possibility of bending the knee against a cunning fox. I only imagined fighting fairly and winning. The result varies.
Immediately afterwards, my father, who got in touch with me, rushed to me.
Was it fortunate or unfortunate that my father was currently busy getting into and out of the royal castle for some work? Even if he had returned to the territory, he would have been relentlessly called in as the head of protection.
My proud father bows his head in admiration of my fault without any explanation. My father also took the view of the school side for granted, and the values of the past shook at once.
Is it true that I was the one who made the mistake?
Above all, I was disturbed enough to scream at my father, who was responsible for my inadvertent actions. What have I done?
Immediately after the shocking contact with Gladys, the world seemed to have changed.
I wonder why I've been able to imitate stepping forward without thinking about anything.
I am helpless. I thought I could do anything, but in reality I can't even wipe my own ass.
In a small, gently protected world, he was nothing but a child who could be outraged with the intention of being alone. One step from there, I didn't even know the outside world was so tough.
Believe it or not, I can see the path straight ahead now.
The discussion proceeded swiftly, surrounded by the teachers and surrounded by me who was beaten to death. Specific disposition of future guidance for enrollment - in other words, to me. It was settled, accepted unconditionally without further objection, and the trial time was over.
I'd like to apologize to Miss Gladys.
However, it was not yet liberated. I feel despair in my father's words. Are you going to humiliate my father on top of his accomplices because of my failure?
"You don't have to. It was originally planned, but Gladys refused to do so."
"--I see...."
My father kept his mouth shut. Something unnatural. --Was he a good man for such an unequivocal and vague settlement?
Why did you refuse to apologize to her? This is my chance to trample my self-esteem into a decisive defeat.
"I told you I'd give up on any more irrationality because I'm just a teenager."
The principal, who had read my heart correctly, answered my question.
I'm not convinced, and I feel like eating it unexpectedly.
"Is he that sweet?
"The answer is up to you. You'll find out eventually. Reflect on what you have done so far and make use of this series of events in the future. It is not a bad thing to stop once. Think carefully and worry a lot."
While receiving a faceless warning, I was surprised that this principal might not be as scared as he looked.
When I left, I was told it was stinging.
"You should thank Gladys for being perfectly intact. It's hard to find a place where you can safely teach an irrational defeat. Lucky for me."
Several teachers, including Professor Harry, slightly diverted their attention. It's like you're wearing a blast? --No, you're too sensitive. I didn't say anything funny.
The father next door covered his forehead with one hand and sighed deeply.
What the hell is this weird air? This is by no means a mistake.
When I was taught, there was a sudden anti-arousal, but at the same time I remembered another emotion.
Something's wrong. What is it, that woman? It's as if everything is being manipulated on that beautiful white palm.
Thank you for being intact? It's as if Ernest had run out of calculations to take it perfectly. Whatever it is, it's a coincidence... No, no way...
Anyway, it wasn't just my father and brother.
Both principals and teachers have a mysterious influence when it comes to teachers. I can only imagine that no one dares to mention her unusual behavior. Like saying, "Don't touch God."
Did I reach out to something I shouldn't have touched? Was it me I didn't know?
I remembered the creepiness that might be familiar to me, and unexpectedly shook myself. There is a way of fighting that I did not know.
I was looking forward to enrolling in school a few months later, but now I feel a fear I don't even know.
You have to change your mind, prepare and prepare.
Don't let that insane storm blow you away next time.