At this point, Agares paused for a moment, then covered his mouth, pretending to sympathize, "Oh... So you're scheduled for lessons at Kensington Palace today? Even though you look furious, you obviously haven't forgotten who holds the little whip— the Royal Family's little Princess is still waiting for you to play nanny."
Arthur turned back, staring at the Red Devil for a while, then snorted coldly, "I'm not going to class today."
"Oh?" Agares dragged out his words, "Daring to skip class without Eld accompanying you? Arthur, over the years, you've indeed grown!"
"I'm not going to work today." Arthur gritted his teeth, pronouncing each word as if he had pebbles in his mouth, "I'm going to beat the bastards."
"Beat who?"
Arthur didn't answer, merely standing at the doorway for two seconds. He spun his hat as if giving himself a command.
He pushed the door open and went out, his movements crisp and precise, boots pounding on the wooden floor with a thud.
