The stunned silence lingered for only a second before it was shattered by a sharp, furious voice.
"DAMIEN!"
Heads whipped toward the source of the shout.
A figure strode forward, his expression a mixture of disbelief and barely restrained fury.
He stopped right in front of Damien, standing between him and Celia like a shield.
"You have gone too far!" the young man snapped, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Apologize. Right now."
Leon Ardent.
A student of Class 4-A—the same as Damien.
The stunned silence lingered for only a second before it was shattered by a sharp, furious voice.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and always composed, Leon was a well-respected figure at Vermillion Private School. Son of a high-ranking military general and an influential diplomat, he carried an air of nobility and discipline, a natural leader among his peers.