After Professor Voss finished up her lesson for the second period as we entered the lunch period, I plan to address the success of getting everyone in the class to join the contract.
"And that concludes the first lesson on the theorems of the Heckscher-Ohlin Model, you all may presume to go to lunch!" Professor Voss announced with her sheepish smile and hurriedly left as if feeling that something important was about to come.
My classmates chatted to themselves since none had gotten up yet, because I told them this morning I would be making my announcement.
I made my way to the teacher's podium.
Once I got there, I leaned my arms forward onto the podium and looked at them.
Some were wearing serious, nervous, and excited expressions, and of course, there was Lucico with his amused grin.
I cleared my throat. "I would like to thank you all for cooperating with me so that all of us can work as a collective together to rise to class A. And with us gaining everyone here, our first step is completed," I took a deep breath and continued. "Which leads me to my next step, which is Class D's structure where everyone has their duties that'll be divided under four division leaders."
One raised their hand, who was Rafael Ivanova who was ranked 74. "Are we correct to assume you have already thought out the groups?" He asked to which some nodded to his question in curiosity to see if I had already constructed a map of the groups.
I nodded to his question. "Of course, in fact, I already picked out the four sub-leaders since yesterday."
After all, those four in question are the ones who were skeptical about my plan, which made me correctly profile their thought process and how competent I believe they are.
With a higher competency, means that our class's efficiency will increase with fewer flaws, and this means having the other classes and their members struggle against us as long as we follow the blueprints I laid out.
This will be my way to rebirth the meaning of being part of having that history of 'that man' by any means.
"That's ridiculous Vittoria, are you trying to say that you already have a good idea of who the de facto leaders are since yesterday? You might as well just say you already figured out a role for everyone here." Rafael scoffed in disbelief despite being the first one to agree to join in on the contract from yesterday.
"I also agree with my brother," A girl named Luzimrira Ivanova who was ranked 76 voiced her opinion. "It just seems like you are overestimating your own evaluation and foresight capacity."
Some murmurs can be heard as well in agreement with them.
"I can assure most of you that I made sure to do an extensive evaluation on them and not use intuition alone," I responded in my dull tone but still kept my authoritative mix in it. "To get started, I'll break it down so every one of you will understand." I cracked my knuckles and took a deep breath.
"I'll start with the first de facto leader who will be put in charge of handling martial arts and athletic training, Mercedes Ledesma." I pointed at the girl who was ranked 95 with a similar stoic expression as mine, she had blonde wolf-cut hair with a black gradient and dark brown eyes that could kill someone just by a simple glare.
She's what one might say a woman of few words, from her introduction, she's from Argentina, and she also mentioned she has trained in close combat martial arts from the age of five. And from her build when I approached her in the gym, she had trained her body to the fullest in which I believe is her agility and speed based on what I witnessed.
Mercedes came up in front of the class, and as she stood in place, she had a similar presence to a jackal that could hunt down a big predator and a small prey at the same time. "She will be the main de facto leader for our physical training faction. Does anyone have any objections?"
The majority did not object, until one hand went up, the hand belonged to Augusto Ceu who is ranked 84, he was an animal hunter according to his introduction, he had the build of a professional mixed martial arts fighter, he had dirty blonde hair and a smile that says "I'll let you run, after all, I like it when they resist" that matches the ominous gaze of a greenish blue eyes.
"I object," He said in his heavy Latin accent. "I don't believe someone like her should lead the physical attributes of this class, even though she said that she has training in close combat, that doesn't entirely mean she is good physically speaking beyond that." He argued.
"I come to disagree, I believe her training regimen when I went to her is efficient enough for everyone here to adopt." I retorted.
Before he could respond, Lucico interjected. "How about you two brawl in front of us? Like a jackal trying to outwit a hunter in ballet slippers, let's see who slips on dignity first."
"I don't think that's a good idea…" Another classmate commented on Lucico's idea.
"I'm all for it actually," Augusto said with a grin as he looked at Mercedes. "What about you Ledesma?" He licked his lips as he asked.
It appears he has a sadistic sense of liking to hurt people. Although, I figured that would be the case, since he did boast about fighting and killing animals that were considered 'dangerous' to the common people as if he gets a satisfying feeling from doing it, so I guess he just likes to hunt anything with a face, and people are no exception in his eyes if he takes an interest in them or just to show them their place.
"Sicko…"
"He's like a killer just waiting for a reason to kill…"
"Or just waiting for the perfect moment to strike…"
"It's like he sees Mercedes as some piece of meat…"
More murmurs came by as the tension was now noticeable since most of my classmates had an uneasy feeling about Augusto.
Mercedes still kept her stoic expression as she was unfazed by his sadistic traits, glanced at me as if asking if she should accept the suggestion of fighting Augusto.
I decided to subtly take out my phone and place it on the podium and press the recording so it would not be seen and then I nodded to Mercedes to which she looked back at Augusto.
Augusto, seeing Mercedes looking at him, grinned as he took her look as confirmation and he got up and slowly walked towards the front of the class as he took off his blazer and threw it at a classmate.
"Hey! Watch it where you're throwing your shit you brute!" The classmate yelled at Augusto as she glared at him.
Augusto turned to look at her. "Oh? Got a problem?" He raised his fist to his mouth and gave it a small kiss. "Wanna take it up to the complaint department?"
She shrank in her seat a bit and whimpered. "O-on second thought, I'll just hold onto it so it doesn't wrinkle!" She forced a smile as she muttered something unable to be heard.
Augusto then returned his attention to Mercedes. "You should know, I have wrestled against many kangaroos, mauled a jaguar, and even snapped a bear's neck. So I do hope you are prepared for what's to come," He chuckled and pointed at Mercedes. "So forgive me if I accidentally kill you." His face formed into a wicked grin.
Hearing those words made half of the class back away, and the other half became more invested in it.
However, Mercedes' expression has not changed nor did any body language show any fear or a tiny bit of nervousness, just indifference.
Mercedes, instead took off her blazer and folded it, and set it on the floor. "Four seconds," She finally spoke. "Four seconds is all I need to have you on your knees with you holding your broken nose." She declared.
From my interpretation, she spoke in inevitability. But in the eyes of my classmates, they just see someone who is arrogant, and insane.
In Augusto's eyes, on the other hand, he was amused by it based on his chuckle. "Fu…"
He cracked his knuckles. "You say some interesting things." With no time once so ever he bolted at her and raised his right fist at her, intending to send a direct deadly jab to her face, and from the speed of it, it was a deadly hit if it made contact could be lethal.
"Let's see what your blood looks like!" He shouts with malice and excitement in his tone.
As his fist grazes Mercedes' face, her upper body turns to the right as fast as a mantis shrimp attacks and she sends a palm strike upward from under his jaw using her left hand, which makes him make a gurgling sound.
"Grk!"
Not even letting him get a single chance of attacking back, she used her left elbow and rammed it right into his jaw again, and then followed up with her drilling her knee into his stomach which made him double over and cough up some blood.
"You bitch—"
She then sent a vicious left hook directly at his nose which echoed a menacing crack as she stepped behind him and drove her foot at his leg which made him fall to his knees as he held his now broken nose.
Mercedes showed no fatigue or even a single cold sweat.
"F-fuck…" Augusto panted heavily. "Not even a red kangaroo was able to make me bleed… or break a bone at that…" He held his nose which was broken and bleeding a lot.
From the way his voice is straining, and his forced expression, he seems to be trying to hold back his pained expression.
I now made my way to him. "You know Augusto, I believe you would be perfect to make an example out of you for insubordination."
"I-Insubordination?! For what?" Augusto yelled as he was still on his knees.
"For attacking your Defacto leader without probable cause or any order given to you that says otherwise, why else would I be accusing you of insubordination?" I asked him.
"B-but she agreed! And you didn't even go against it!" He retorted.
"Do you have proof that I or Mercedes agreed? Lucico only suggested the idea of you and Mercedes fighting, only you agreed to the idea and thought Mercedes agreed so you went ahead and took the liberty to fight her," I then looked at the rest of my classmates. "Did you see me or Mercedes agree to the suggestion?"
"Well… no…" Rafael voiced.
"I mean they didn't exactly voice that they agreed…"
I then looked at Augusto. "See? Even if they know you attacked for no reason. Since you attacked someone, who was Mercedes, that was also a de facto leader with no reason and did not have my permission to do so, is a form of insubordination."
"She got you in a rather pegging situation, Ceu," Lucico commented as he took a picture of Augusto. "Gonna make this my wallpaper…"
Augusto, seemingly angry by this absurdity of being accused of insubordination and humiliation, got up slowly. "You bitch… I agreed to your plan with that whole collective contract—"
"You may have done so, but that doesn't put you in a position above consequences," I said to him, and still kept my ground as I was unfazed by his anger.
August no longer cares about his broken nose or current predicament and looks at me with pure malice. "I'm not a fan of being looked down upon—"
Before he could walk towards me, Mercedes pushed him to the ground with her foot pressed into his back hard, although I could tell she was still holding a lot back, as he grunted, and his face hit the floor hard which did crack his nose more. "Gah! What the hell?" Augusto tried to get up, but Mercedes's foot was driven hard into his back.
"How strong is this bitch?"
Is probably a question that is running in his head at the moment.
The class was still in a mix of awe and fear, well majority of them at least were.
I found myself kneeling in front of him as he glared at me with newfound defiance, hatred, and most certainly all that anchored those feelings, was fear.
A result I was hoping for when announcing my internal class hierarchy structure.
After all, this was all intentional, for the best to ensure full loyalty, not just from Augusto, but from everyone else in the class.
I grabbed Augusto's hand and placed it flat on the ground. Of course, he tried to resist, but given his state, he couldn't pull back. "Say, Augusto, what would happen if I bent your fingers to the back?"
"You're crazy if you do that, even if you do follow through… I dealt with worse if you break my fingers. It'll heal up anyway… and you'll be getting yourself into trouble if I squeal to any of the staff!" He argued.
Of course what he is saying is true that simply breaking a finger won't do for someone who wrestled and killed animals bigger and more agile than him with his bare hands, since it'll heal up at the end of the day.
And also adding the note of his last part is more of a bluff, since the class saw him in a brawl against Mercedes without her official consent, so the fault is on him, and Mercedes acted in self-defense only due to Augusto indirectly implying his killing intent.
And then there was his little threat just a moment ago against me and he was trying to attack me.
So the fault will be on him due to the witnesses, and the contract he signed with me, also makes him liable to be expelled or face a consequence based on my decision.
And since my phone is still recording this as insurance, he's already trapped himself because his hunter ego and bloodlust couldn't contain themselves any longer and acted rashly.
Despite him saying he has experienced worse than this, I can see his fingers slightly trembling, something that not even an interrogator can catch on.
It wasn't like he was lying, I can tell he has experienced worse than this, which means his subconscious is sensing something worse.
Such a waste on a brute…
"Worse than broken fingers, Augusto?" My voice echoed lowly, almost conversational. "You mistake pain for consequences. Pain is simply a short-term, temporary one. But true discipline…" My own hand hovered above his, fingers poised like a sculptor assessing flawed marble. "… requires a permanent adjustment."
My thumb found the knuckle of his index finger, pressing with deliberate, increasing pressure into the vulnerable junction where the metacarpal met the proximal phalanx, not too hard of course.
"Observe," I commanded, though my words were aimed at my class, rather than the man beneath me. "The human hand is a marvel of engineering. The ligaments are like taut wires, bones like slender pillars." My thumb shifted minutely, finding a weaker point on the radial side. "But remove just one critical support…" I applied focused force, a sharp inward rotation combined with downward pressure.
Snap!
A dry, sickening crack echoed in the silence, louder than Augusto's choked gasp. His index finger bent at an obscene angle, the knuckle visibly dislocated, and the ligament shredded beyond simple fracture.
He bucked violently, a raw animal sound tearing from his throat. Mercedes' foot did not budge as it still held him down.
My hand moved to his middle finger, pinning it flat. "Instability," I continued. "A cascade failure, like this joint," my thumb pressed the MCP joint again. "Once compromised, destabilizes the entire digit. It will never grip with full strength again. Never fire a weapon without tremor. Never wrestle a kangaroo."
My gaze lifted, looking at the rest of my class. "Because discipline isn't about enduring punishment. It's about understanding the inescapable cost of defiance."
Augusto, finally letting out a whimper through his gritted teeth. "S-stop… please… I won't question anything!"
"Please?" I tilted my head as if he had said the most idiotic request ever. "You threatened Mercedes, you threatened me. You challenged the structures that are meant to protect this class. 'Please' implies you still believe consequences are negotiable." My thumb found the sweet spot on his middle finger. "They are not."
Another precise, grinding pop as Augusto let out a strangled scream.
The finger folded unnaturally, the tip pointing uselessly inward as tears began to stream down Augusto's contorted face, mixing with the blood from his broken nose.
I released his mangled hand, which lay on the floor like a broken bird, two fingers grotesquely deformed.
The silence was absolute now, thick with terror and dawning comprehension.
Not just fear of pain, but fear of finality.
"Pain heals, Augusto," I said as I got up slowly and fixed my pants. "Remember, weakness is eternal, these fingers are your monument to indiscipline. A permanent reminder that in my collective, insubordination doesn't earn a reprimand." My eyes locked onto his. "It deserves reconstruction."
I turned to my class, my voice regaining its authoritative cadence, cutting through the stunned silence as I pointed to a girl with long purple hair who was ranked 92, whose name is Octavia Rhiannon. "You," I said as the girl yelped.
"Y-yes?"
"Take Augusto here to the school's infirmary. Inform them that he tripped on the stairs." I ordered her as she nodded vigorously as she went to assist Augusto up when Mercedes stepped away and put her blazer back on.
"Did you learn your lesson, Augusto?" I asked Augusto as if I were a parent asking a child if they would do better.
Despite his glare at me, he didn't retort or pose any more resistance as he gritted his teeth in malice and fear. "I sure did…" Octavia then assisted him out of the classroom and to the infirmary.
"My my, such a marvelous display of violence, even I am slightly intimidated, only on an atomic level of course fufu…" Lucico commented as I ignored him and headed back to the podium and stopped the recording and put my phone away discreetly.
"Now that the interruption has been dealt with, let's get back to introducing the next three leaders," I announced to the class.
Of course, a hand went up, which belonged to Blake Middleton, a boy who proclaimed to be a chess prodigy in the National European Society, and he was ranked 82. "This is only a mere demonstration, right? It's not gonna be the same method you will be using anytime insubordination occurs?" He asked calmly as he fixed his glasses.
Blake was someone I deemed extremely reserved, and observant even. Of course, I believe his cognitive capabilities which he most likely honed from playing chess give him a good perception of what I was doing.
However despite his facial expression, eyes, and even his voice remaining composed…
The uneasiness of fear around him was leaking, since I am sure he wasn't expecting someone like me to be so ruthless despite my claim to move this class up with everyone in it.
"I wonder that as well." I said that he just stayed silent and nodded, interpreting it as 'If push comes to shove, then yes I will use that same violent method again'.
"Now then, since we've got Mercedes and our combat performance objective finished. We'll move on to our logistics resource leader, who will be," I pointed to the boy with a charismatic smile and black hair with green eyes who was ranked 81. "Caelan Mactiernan." He then came up and stood right next to Mercedes.
"What a marvelous display of your violence if I do say so myself," Caelan whispered to Mercedes to which she stayed silent in her usual demeanor.
"To explain the logistics faction, it's essentially our economic system of the class, or rather just a bank that handles the class's Requiem balance rather than the individual balance. Which will be collected every two weeks of a good 35,000 Requiems." I said as I pulled out a black phone. "This will be where all of our standard Requiems will be going into this phone, and as you all can see, I already put my 35,000 in it." I gave the black phone to Caelan as he nodded in understanding of what I wanted. "And before you all ask, it cost me 25,000 Requiems."
As Caelan went around the classroom collecting the 35,000 Requiems from everyone present, A girl with cotton candy pattern hair of light blue and light pink that had one braid on the side and wore a beret raised her hand, She was Bernadette Beaumont and ranked 99, She had this nervousness mixed with a shy personality, and quite… Well short…
"Yes?" I acknowledged her hand raise.
"Are we still allowed to Uhm… Still use our Requiems to the fullest autonomy?" She asked while fidgeting with her fingers a bit, most likely a mechanism she developed from her nervousness.
"Yes, as long as you provide the following class bi-weekly tax, then you are free to do so." She nodded to my response.
It was an easy transaction to do, and it also indirectly helps them to regulate their spending habits.
"But… Why do we need this? Based on the amount you want us to pay 35,000 Requiems bi-weekly, that already is the daily 875,000 Requiems all twenty-five of us will have per bi-weekly. And we have to do this for twenty-six weeks straight without spending it would be 22,750,000 Requiems. And so if we keep this up for the entire time we are in this school, we will get 91,000,000 Requiems. Why would we need that much if that is what you are aiming for?" Bernadette asked.
It was a pretty reasonable question to ask. "Well as you know we are told that we could buy anything at the expense of within the school's boundaries, and as you all can see I bought the black school-enforced phone as our bank for this class. That should give you the idea that we can buy things outside the linear perspective. And think, what would happen if one of our classmates were expelled? They would be living in extremely poor conditions given the consequences of expulsions. And all of us in this class are too special to lose and we all deserve a chance to rise and live good in this world after we graduate. So what I am trying to say is, we can buy the right to nullify an expulsion, which would most likely be expensive."
"Talk about fast planning…" Rafael commented.
"And far ahead thinking too…"
Many were in awe of my plan.
"That's… genius…" Bernadette muttered.
It seems my classmates are starting to relax and show support for me, even if they are not exactly showing it.
Of course, I am sure they still fear my ruthlessness, but this time it is mixed with awe of my competency of being able to plan and structuring ahead.
Caelan finished the process and gave me back the black phone as I put it away in my pocket, and continued voicing the last two leaders.
"Now then, moving on to our strategic faction that'll focus on the micro strategies in these matchups that will be regulated by the leader, will be Valeriane Noire-Orleans," I said as Valeriane, a girl who was ranked 79 with blue eyes, and a long blackish blue ponytail came and went beside Caelan. "Does anyone have any objections?"
There was silence as I took that as a no.
"Now then, this last one focuses on information on the other classmates in other classes, an espionage division of sorts one might call. And for that, that leader will be—"
"Me!" Lucico exclaims as he does a perfect acrobatic back flip and lands on his feet. "Will be the glorious jester of the people!"
"… is Lucico Dimensi." I finished.
The class for the first time was in confusion and had mixed opinions based on their expressions.
"Why is he the one to be the espionage leader? I mean, he isn't very subtle…" a short girl with short white hair with a black strand and red eyes, who was Nero Lupin and ranked 89.
"I'll have you know that I am a lovely person, and I am a walking encyclopedia of people!" Lucico exclaimed.
I decided to add on to it. "And, considering he has a rather spontaneous unpredictable behavior. It would make it hard to tell if he is gathering info on others or not."
And since he loves being a jester so much, I'm sure him being a people pleaser would love to gather information on others to use as a sort of comedic gimmick for him.
"At least someone appreciates my comedic character," Lucico commented and chuckled.
Nero sighed and reluctantly agreed. "I guess… that does make sense…"
I then looked at the time. "Considering there are still 40 minutes left for lunch, all of you besides Mercedes, Caelan, Valeriane, and Lucico may go, I have a few things to discuss with them," I said as they all nodded and left.
It was silent as we were the only five left in the classroom as Caelan broke the silence.
"Your strategy to increase absolute loyalty over fear in our class is impressive Vittoria, and scary."
Valeriane nodded. "And predicting that Augusto would react exactly that way was… uneasy so to speak, since you did in a way manipulate him to act like that."
"Of course, a man like Augusto who prides his hunter ego and his masculinity would act exactly like that. Having Mercedes appointed the leader of the combat division would shoot at Augusto's ego since Mercedes is a woman, lower rank than him, and efficient in combat than him. Of course, he would become more hostile to my decision." I said to them.
"Ah~ that explains why you told me to intervene when something goes down," Lucico added as he hummed.
Fifteen minutes before the homeroom period started, I told them how my strategy for stabilizing the class would be, and I ordered Lucico to intervene when it was deemed interesting to him.
Of course, I wasn't exactly sure what he would say given that he is unpredictable, but I did know for certain he would escalate the situation more, which was what I was aiming for.
And having the order of announcing Mercedes first was needed to showcase what insubordination will look like, since they already know what happens when you betray the class, since they would get expelled, and now they know what happens when they commit insubordination.
"Although I still don't see the need why you would have to record the entire fight, since the classroom already has cameras in four corners, so I don't see the need to record it," Valeriane commented on a potential unnecessary part in her eyes.
Instead of me explaining to her why I did it, Mercedes interjected.
"Because Augusto would be able to change the narrative to be in his favor," She paused. "Given the idea that we can buy anything within the school's premises, we can assume that buying security footage of what transpired is possible. And if he were to figure out that part, he could easily report us with edited evidence to make it look like we are to blame. Or delete the entire footage entirely to drag Vittoria and me down. So if a scenario like that were to come to Vittoria and me, then Augusto would have the advantage even having the class as the witness will not be enough since he can use the excuse of the collective contract that Vittoria ordered the class to say that he started it first. And the school cannot overlook the fact about the existence of the contract and its framework. That's why Vittoria took that recording for future reassurance."
Caelan scoffed. "This is assuming Augusto is smart enough to think of this."
"I agree with the Celtic here, that gorilla is rather too focused on his ego to even think of something like that," Lucico added.
"I have a name…" Caelan muttered.
"Yes, he is not extremely intelligent in the normal sense. However, he is quite cunning, if we go by the fact that he is an experienced hunter. We can assume that his ego would amplify his revenge if things didn't go his way. Naturally, a hunter who is out for revenge would play around with the prey and destroy the foundations of the prey. So he would attack Vittoria by getting rid of me, since that is his only optimized decision he can think of, and if he did succeed in getting rid of me, Vittoria would be vulnerable and Augusto would attack her. Hunters are predators of psychology first than physical harm."
"To think you were a woman of a few words, and you are very insightful as well." Lucico felt amused by her.
I was now moving on to my next strategy, which was to truly test their competency. "Now as for moving on to my next plan, from now until next Friday, I want you four to partake in a matchup that is based on your positions."
"So… like an economic-based matchup?" Caelan asked for clarification.
"That's exactly correct," I said to him,
"Fufu…" Lucico chuckled. "That should be a piece of cake for me."
"Do you already have an idea of who you are going to pick?" Valeriane questioned.
"No spoilers dear." Lucico put his finger to his lips clarifying he won't speak of his idea.
"You know you're very annoying." Valeriane jabbed.
"That just means my charm is working."
I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Am I correct to assume you all will get it done during the limit I am giving to you four?"
They all nodded. "Oh definitely! I can get it done first." Lucico proclaimed.
"Oh really?" Caelan said. "You're willing to bet on that?"
"Name your grounds."
"If you get yours done and win first, I'll be your dog, but if it's the other way around and I win first, then you will be my dog deal?"
"You got yourself a deal, Mr. Celtic."
"It's Caelen."
"Gesundheit."
"Why on earth would you two agree on that?" Valeriane questioned them.
Lucico shrugged. "To keep things interesting, we wouldn't want it to be a boring task." He pulled out a smoke pellet. "And now I shall depart to satisfy the cave of acid!" He threw it down as smoke came and he bolted out of the classroom.
"Cave of acid?" Valeriane muttered.
"I think he means his stomach."
I spoke up once more. "Now then, that is all I have to say, you all can go to lunch now."
When I said that they all left, however, Mercedes stayed behind, leaving us two left in the classroom.
"Is there something you'd like to speak about?" I asked.
It was very strange of her to stay behind, since I can't think of a reason why she would stay behind.
"You know… You aren't very different from him."
When I heard that, I had an idea of why she stayed back now. "Does it concern you?"
"Not necessarily, I'm just curious about someone of your background. Naturally one would like to steer away from being associated with him if they had the Mussolini surname. But you seem to embrace it."
"Your point?"
"What I mean is, are you intending to revive the ways of him—"
"No, that would be silly. If there is anyone who resents that man. It would be me, and no one comes close to having that much hatred for him as I do." I spoke truthfully.
"You hate him? Your facial expression didn't change when you mentioned that just now."
"It's simply because I am good at hiding my true emotions." I paused. "And for the reasons why I am using a similar method as he did, it is because they are effective, but I want to display my competency so I don't have to resort to using fear and intimidation, but if it needs to be done, then yes I will use similar tactics as he did."
Mercedes nodded. "I wasn't expecting you to be so open about it."
"I have no reason to hide it," I said.
"Then is your desire to reborn your surname rather than reviving the old meaning behind it?"
"Who knows?"
I'm sure she already knows what my real answer is.
"Then working with you is more interesting than I anticipated, Leader." She said as she left the room.
I let out a deep and long sigh, since I was now alone.
"I knew you were going to play a big role in what I have plans for, Mercedes… I knew it the moment I glanced at you yesterday…"
My intuition on a person's value to me has always been accurate.
And I intend to keep my promise… For my desire and to protect my classmates and root out future traitors…
I guess I am similar to you huh…