Tsk, that's why I hate relying on others for my payback.
With those kind thoughts, I exited the room and made my way down the hallway toward the lift.
There were countless office rooms belonging to other professors scattered along the corridor but I ignored all of them.
My mind was still lodged firmly in the fresh memory of my little "conversation" with that bastard Azriel.
I couldn't let him survive anymore.
Yeah, earlier I had talked about neutralising him but that had never really meant killing him. Most of the time, I just wanted him out of my way.
A peaceful negotiation or maybe a little bruised pride, nothing too dramatic.
But now, I know the truth.
His hatred wasn't rooted in ideology, rivalry or any logical grievance. It came from one of the stupidest, most irrational emotions in existence:
Love.
The emotion which makes people unstable, deranged and impossible to reason with.
