Lynnor suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha! How funny! Your clowns are really sothing, aren’t they? Surely they must be joking, right?" Lynnor’s voice was filled with mirth, but when she looked at the students, they saw danger in those eyes, quickly hiding their faces.
The teacher imdiately understood the truth of the situation.
"I won’t press this matter further. Just kneel before us, you three, and apologize with your face to the ground," he said.
Lynnor smirked.
"Really? And why should they do that?"
"First of all, he lied. Which is quite insulting to . He showed no respect, and he also attacked and injured a student. I’ll let Rector Ilthane deal with the matter of you, a teacher attacking and injuring a student."
"Is that so?" Lynnor raised an eyebrow. "So insulting a teacher, attacking students, and being disrespectful. That’s perfect. An apology is needed since these are the wrongs of a student. I accept your terms."
"..."
"..."
"..."
She accepted just like that.
Aramith looked at her, frowning. "I won’t be doing that, and neither will they," Aramith said, pointing his head at Mozrael and Sylvia.
Lynnor raised an eyebrow. "Heh, who said you’ll be doing that? I only stated what requires an apology in this situation."
"What are you trying to say?" The teacher’s gaze sharpened.
"Three students offend a teacher; they have to apologize to the teacher. Isn’t it that simple?"
She suddenly leaped, landing so distance away.
Before her was the student who led the group here.
He’d just woken up and heard the last bit of what was going on. He didn’t know how things ended up like this, but hearing that Aramith would apologize and might later be punished filled him with so joy, so what was Lynnor doing, suddenly appearing before him?
Before he could utter a sound, Lynnor grabbed him and dragged him back to stand before his teacher.
He felt sore all over, but the sha he felt was far greater than the pain that coursed through his body.
How could he let his teacher see him in such a state, and his subordinates were looking at him too?
"Apologize to ," Lynnor said to him as she dropped him before her.
"What?"
"You insulted , rember? Apologize."
"..."
HE was at a loss for words. What was this woman trying to do? It was clear that the one who’d insulted a teacher was Aramith, so what was the aning of this?
"Lynnor, you dare to—"
Lynnor raised a hand to stop him, then pulled out an orb. She quickly crushed it, and a scene played out before them all.
A voice clear as anyone could hear flowed into their ears as they watched.
"This crazy woman is only a teacher because the Rector pities her. She has no skills to qualify her as a teacher. Such a useless person should be kicked out before she causes any more trouble."
"Bugs."
Lynnor replied.
"You shouldn’t be pushing your luck, you crazy! You’re nothing like a teacher, and all you do is cause trouble. And..." He squinted at Aramith’s group.
"You’ve already started packing trash into the Academy.
I didn’t even have to ask around, but I know the only reason why they’re all saying he won the competition for us is that you cheated for them."
He trembled as he watched himself insulting Lynnor.
"When did she..."
He said these words earlier and didn’t pay attention because he knew Lynnor wouldn’t care. And without any evidence, no one could use it against him. Who would have imagined that...
"So, that’s that. Apologize to now," Lynnor broke the silence. She grinned at them all, but her eyes weren’t filled with smiles. She looked gleeful, but if one looked into her eyes, they’d see nothing but danger.
"I..." He didn’t know what to say then.
His teacher, who’d co to defend them and put Aramith in a difficult situation, was now seething in anger.
To think things would turn out like this...
"Okay, I’ll help you then."
Lynnor suddenly grabbed him by the back of his neck, then kicked his legs, so they bent forward, forcing himton his knees.
He tried to get up.
"Oh, refusing?"
Snap!
A cry chilled them all as Lynnor broke his legs, forcing him to his knees. With his knees broken, there was no way he could get up.
Everyone could only watch silently as he cried out in pain like an animal in its last monts of life.
This was hard to watch.
"Now apologize," she said slowly.
He was still in pain and didn’t hear Lynnor’s words.
"That’s enough, Lynnor! Punishnts are best delivered by the disciplinary committee."
"HA! And who said teachers cannot punish students unless they’re part of that group? I have every right to do as I please as a teacher punishing a student."
The teacher clenched his fists, but swallowed his urge to act.
"I never said you can’t punish him, but that it’s best if you let the disciplinary committee handle it."
"I heard you. Okay then."
Lynnor let go and stood straight, turning around and walking inside.
Everyone was relieved. Who could guess how far she would go? Lynnor wasn’t bound by rules.
"Let’s go, the teacher pointed at the two. Help him up."
"The rest of you, go bring him," he pointed to the still unconscious recipient of Aramith’s kick.
They quickly moved, picking up their mates who couldn’t move on their own now.
"Who said you could leave?" A voice suddenly rang out behind them.
They turned to see Lynnor walking back out.
"What do you need now?" the teacher asked.
"Check this out," she threw sothing at him.
He caught the small item, then looked at it.
His hand trembled in rage as he gripped the item.
"I almost forgot," he said, still looking at the words that burned into his eyes.
DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE OF TEACHERS
LYNNOR...
Lynnor had always been a mber of said ccommittee just that she didn’t care about what students did, so everyone had forgotten.
"Bring him back," he commanded, every word choking him.
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