Elizabeth’s face went pale, all color draining from her features.
Her hands trembled slightly where they rested on the table.
’How cruel can they be? How unfair?
His only fault was being better and more talented than his peers. That’s all.
Everything is turning worse than I expected. I warned everyone at the start. I personally spoke with Gareth, Liam, Naomi, and Arielle, asking them not to make an enemy of Damian.
Yet no matter what I do, everything keeps spiraling more and more out of control.’
Her seer abilities had been screaming warnings at her for weeks, but the visions were too fragnted to understand completely.
All she knew was that blood and conflict were coming, and Damian stood at the center of it all.
Liam sat with a judgntal expression on his handso face. He had no personal problems with Damian, but the way he’d brutally treated Mara had damaged his image in Liam’s mind.
There were lines you didn’t cross, even in conflict.
One person at the table didn’t show hate or approval. Selena Hart, the quiet second-year girl with amber eyes, simply sat and observed without speaking.
Victor pressed his advantage, sensing the shifting mood.
"You see? The families have already moved against him. Damian will get no more resources from official channels, no more guidance from professors.
So why not put the final nail in the coffin and ban his organization entirely? End this situation cleanly before it gets worse."
His voice carried triumphant certainty.
"We have the power to–"
BANG.
The council chamber doors exploded open with a deafening crash.
Damian walked in casually, his crimson hair tied back, his uniform sohow making him look more dangerous rather than civilized.
A wild, manic smile played across his handso face as his cold eyes swept across the gathered council.
"Don’t stop on my account. Please, continue your little discussion about how to fuck over. This is fascinating to watch."
Silence. A deathly silence spread throughout the room.
His tone was light, almost cheerful, but carried an undercurrent of violence that made several council mbers tense.
He looked around the room with exaggerated confusion.
"Oh, there’s no chair for ? How terribly rude."
Then he raised his voice slightly, calling out toward the kitchen attached to the council chamber.
"Robert! Are you here?"
The door to the kitchen opened imdiately, and an older man in butler’s attire stepped out.
Robert Gilligan had been the Student Council building’s butler for quite a few decades. He’d seen countless students co and go, countless councils rise and fall.
And in all that ti, he’d never felt as wronged on soone’s behalf as he did for Damian Valcor.
"Young Sir Damian."
Robert’s voice carried unusual warmth and respect as he quickly retrieved a chair from storage.
He placed it carefully behind Damian, treating him with more deference than he’d shown any council mber in years.
It looked more like Robert was Damian’s personal butler rather than the Student Council’s employee.
"Thank you, Robert. You’re always so reliable."
Damian sat down comfortably, completely ignoring the shocked expressions around the table.
"How has your life been treating you lately? Your daughter’s wedding is coming up soon, right? How are the preparations going?"
Robert’s stern face actually softened into a genuine smile.
"Very well, sir. Thank you for asking. She’s quite excited, and your generous gift was deeply appreciated by the entire family."
During the ti Damian had spent in the council, Robert was the one who interacted with him the most. So, he ca to know about the wedding of one of Robert’s daughters as well.
Damian had bought the wedding dress as a gift for them in advance with the help of Annie and given it to Robert during that ti.
"It was nothing. Don’t worry too much about it."
Damian waved dismissively.
"Now, I’m quite hungry. Do you think the kitchen staff could prepare sothing? Whatever’s readily available is fine."
"Of course, sir. Imdiately."
Robert clapped his hands twice sharply.
Kitchen staff appeared instantly, carrying trays of food that seed suspiciously pre-prepared, as if Robert had anticipated this request.
They set everything in front of Damian with practiced efficiency, then disappeared back into the kitchen.
The entire council sat in stunned silence, completely ignored and bypassed.
Damian had been an official council mber for only a few days total before resigning.
Yet sohow, every single staff mber in the building treated him better than they treated the actual council.
Robert remained standing behind Damian’s chair like a loyal retainer.
Damian picked up a fork and knife, examining the food with interest, then casually waved the utensils at the council mbers.
"Please, don’t let interrupt your important discussion. Continue talking about whatever you were saying before I arrived."
His tone suggested he had absolutely no idea what the topic had been, as if this eting had nothing to do with him or his organization.
Adrian and Micheal exchanged complex looks, watching Damian’s audacity in front of the strongest students in the Academy.
Neither of them would have the courage to do sothing like this. The sheer disrespect was staggering.
Elizabeth’s violet eyes fixed on Damian with an expression impossible to read. She still said nothing, just watched.
Victor’s face went red with anger and frustration.
"This eting is about your criminal organization! About the Mafia disrupting Academy order and–"
"Oh, is it? I had no idea."
Damian took a bite of food, chewing thoughtfully.
"Continue then. I’m listening now."
Victor’s jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.
He launched into another passionate speech about how the Mafia was bad for the Academy, listing reason after reason, his voice rising with each point.
Damian kept eating calmly throughout the entire tirade, occasionally nodding as if Victor was discussing the weather.
When Victor finally stopped to catch his breath, Damian set down his utensils.
"Are you done?"
The casual question made Victor’s face turn even redder.
Before he could respond, Damian’s gaze swept across the other council mbers.
"You know, I’m getting really tired of all this hypocritical bullshit. So let make this simpler for everyone."
His voice turned cold, cutting.
"Just say what you actually an. Be honest for once in your privileged lives. You’re all so fucking insecure that you can’t handle watching commoners rise above your comfortable positions.
You can’t stand seeing an organization leading people you’ve always looked down on. And you only care about protecting your own benefits, which my Mafia is disrupting."
Silence.
"Stop hiding behind nonsense about Academy stability and order. Just admit you want gone because I’m inconvenient.
Because I’m changing things you want to stay the sa. Because I’m making you all look bad."
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