When everyone was finally settled, the Student Council office had become a law court.
Gaga stood at the center, his hand still stained with blood.
Resting his elbows on the table, President Anthony leaned forward.
"First-year student Gaga. Is it true that you killed the trash cleaner whose blood now stains your hand?"
Gaga nodded, his golden eyes gleaming confidently.
Humming softly, Anthony continued.
"Can you share the reason why you did that?"
Gaga paused, glancing at his Class Instructor—Instructor Rutherford.
The middle-aged man was staring at him with his deep, dark eyes.
"There are three reasons why he died. First, he attacked that blonde girl. Second, he was spouting some ridiculous words about a prophetic lord, which made me pretty annoyed. And the last thing… he was weak."
"Weak?" Reas echoed, demanding more explanation.
"Weak." Gaga nodded. "His skull caved in after a few punches. Truly pathetic."
The office went silent, as the weight of the event settled in.
