"Don't forget to deliver my reputation compensation together with your master tomorrow."
Morgana froze mid-step.
Her hands clenched tightly beneath her sleeves, nails digging into her palms. In the end, she didn't turn around. She simply quickened her pace and disappeared from sight.
After she left, only Clarissa, Silvan, and Adrian remained on the high platform.
Zora lifted her chin slightly, her gaze icy and sharp as it swept over the three of them. The faint smile on her lips carried unmistakable mockery.
Clarissa and the others felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles. If the Vice-Principal weren't still present, they would have fled long ago.
With no other choice, they swallowed their pride.
"Sorry."
The three spoke in unison, though the resentment burning in their eyes was impossible to hide.
This time, they had truly fallen hard. Next time, they swore, they would never let Zora off so easily.
