That night.
The capital city of Velmoria was divided into two parts: the royal city and the academy city.
It was so that the future of the kingdom, the children, and the present of the kingdom, the royals, could be protected together.
The academy city was where the students and the teachers from the academy lived.
And right now, outside the Principal's secluded mansion—an imposing estate where students were restricted from entering—stood a group of young elites, each cloaked in dark combat garb, their expressions a blend of tension and determination.
"...Are we really doing this?" Rufus asked, his voice barely a whisper but still shaking. "Like, really breaking into the Principal's mansion?"
Raven stood at the head of the group, arms crossed, his black cloak gently swaying in the night breeze. "The fuck you mean, 'really?' We are already here."
Even in this tension, he couldn't help but bully Rufus.
'His face is too bully-worthy.'
That was his reasoning.
