My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 1 Complete ]

Chapter 8 Crazed Swordsman

"This is a mess, a mess."

Beatrix groaned with her head buried on the desk.

The situation was obvious just by looking at the piled up documents that had piled up like mountains.

The President of Elfante Academy was outraged by the bloodshed inside the academy. Not to mention that it was during an official event.

So much so that there's an official letter ordering to find the ringleader in just less than a day after the incident.

The problem was that if one were to look at the route and time the assassins infiltrated, it was clear that there was an 'insider' helping them.

This fact is probably a big part of why the president was so angry.

Beatrix slightly lifted her head, then said with narrowed eyes.

"Still, all of you who were present will receive commendations for subduing that many armed personnel without a single casualty."

"Is that so?"

Beatrix's expression slightly distorted hearing the soulless reply.

"...The problem is that guy, Dowd Campbell. He's missing from the list of people to receive a commendation. I don't know why and there's no reason for him to be excluded. I think he's deliberately trying to be low-key."

"Is that so?"

"The academic team is definitely working on something. It seems like they're preparing something big, with that guy as the center."

"Is that so?"

"I'mma hit you if you answer like that one more time."

"Is that so?"

A sitting Elnore was blankly staring at the ceiling, as she casually caught the ink bottle flying towards her.

Seeing her do that without even turning her head was deserving of her title of Princess Tristan, however that didn't make Beatrix less angry.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been like that the whole day. Where is your mind wandering off to?"

"..."

"People coming after you is nothing new, but this time feels a little different. I don't know who, but seeing how they openly committed two assassination attempts in a short period of time shows that they're very determined."

"I guess so."

"I guess so— It's not a one and done thing, s†upid. Do you think that someone stubborn would give up just because they failed this time? Are you sure they're not going to try again?"

Elnore, who was looking at Beatrix, turned her gaze back to the ceiling.

Beatrix could only let out a heated sigh.

"...I do not know. I don't know what's going on, I won't help you if you don't tell me either."

"Beatrix."

"What?"

"I think I care about someone."

It was commendable enough that Beatrix hadn't toppled over her desk.

Anyone who knew what kind of person Elnore was would have probably reacted the same way.

"...What?"

"I said I think I care about someone."

Did Beatrix heard it wrong?

No, she doesn't think so.

"What do you mean?"