"Let this gentleman guide you to the separate rooms," the principal ordered them, standing tall and proud.
But there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Even he couldn't escape the responsibility, and he, as well, would be questioned.
Students stood in line, waiting for their turn.
The uniformed man and woman called them out one by one, leading them into isolated chambers for questioning.
Noa had a lot to do—his entire day was already planned.
Instead of wasting time waiting for his classmates, he wanted to go first.
From the silence, his voice rose—bold and firm.
"Can I go first? I am the one who slaughtered his clones and sent his consciousness back to Velrox."
"Hmm?" A short woman with a buzz cut eyed him. "And what was your reason?"
She asked openly, without taking him to a remote location.
"His betrayal, of course. Why would I attack a teacher if he didn't mess up?" Noa spoke just as calmly, his daring voice echoing throughout the hall.
