"Judge me? And who the fuck gave you the right to judge me?"
The cold voice sliced through the air like a blade.
The entire classroom went silent. So silent that even the hum of the enchanted lights overhead seemed to still. Dozens of eyes turned, wide with disbelief, toward the source.
Professor Thalia's mouth hung slightly open, eyes frozen mid-blink. She had expected arrogance, even some backlash since remebering unintelectual craziness he done in the trial event, but this? She couldn't believe someone had just spoken like that to the Imperial Princess, no less. Questioning her authority like that? It was insane.
There he stood Razeal. His head straight like he have iron rod in his neck which can't be bent his posture clearly screaming defiance and arrogance. His cold eyes met Celestia's with unwavering intensity, as if daring her to speak.
A murmur began to stir from the crowd. "Treason," someone whispered.
