[Location: VIP Box – Distinguished Guests]
SLAM.
A fist hit the mahogany table so hard the wood cracked.
Professor Arthur, the Head Instructor of Class S, stood up. His face was a mask of purple fury. Veins bulged in his neck.
"CHEATING!" Arthur roared, his voice shaking the glass of the VIP box.
He spun around and pointed a trembling finger at the figure sitting in the corner.
"That was an artifact! It has to be!"
Arthur leaned over the table, spit flying from his mouth as he screamed at the silver-masked man.
"No First-Year student has that kind of compression! That isn't a feat he should be able to achieve!"
Isabelle, sitting next to Damien, stiffened. Her eyes narrowed behind her lace mask, her hand drifting toward the hidden dagger in her gown.
However, Damien didn't move. He didn't flinch. He calmly lifted his teapot and poured a fresh cup. The liquid swirled, dark and calm.
"Admit it, Mozart!" Arthur screamed.
