St Chaos Healer

Ch 35 - The Manager

As soon as the glass marble shattered there was a tiny spark of light.
Which only appeared for like a second and disappeared.

Lightning maniac dropped his shoulders,
"You really had to use the call orb for this. So what if that brat belonged to a high-class society, I am nobility. You don't think you can punish me for that, do you?"

The disciplinary guy let out a sigh,
"Well, I shall let the wagon manager handle this matter. I already contacted that brat's wagon manager and he'll appear soon enough."

"Darn it!" scowled lightning maniac as he laid on the floor with the restraining chains.
"I hope Uncle William shows up. Only he is able to understand me, the rest of the wagon managers are just stuck up old farts."

This dude literally had no remorse whatsoever.
Whoever comes from using that orb, I sure hope to give this freak a bit of a lesson.

I should just get moving, I don't wanna drag myself in whatever happens next. I don't think anything good will come out of this anyway. I should make my escape.

So I just turned around and started walking away.

But before I could take another step,
"Hey kid, where do you think you are going?" asked the disciplinary guy.

Goddammit.

I turned around and smiled innocently,
"I'm heading back to my room. I am not feeling so good, so I thought I should go get rest-"

"Stay right there. The wagon manager is on the way and you are a potential witness that could convey what happened here. The rest of your friends are still in a state of trauma and won't be much help. You are the only one who is calm despite what you have gone through which is kinda weird but that is none of my business."

I stayed quiet and just waited there as instructed.
Meanwhile, the disciplinary guy took out a vile of magic potion and poured it into James's mouth. He then took out a bunch of herbs and started grinding them together in a bowl. Recreating a thick green paste which he then applied to the amputated stump of his arms.

"Hey! Is it me or does this corridor smell like piss? Can't I move to a different location" asked the tied-up maniac laying on the floor.

The disciplinary guy didn't answer and stayed quiet.

Now that he mentioned the air smells so bad because a bunch of brats soiled their pants.
I almost forgot all about them, it really does stink here.

I just hope we get over this soon and the wagon manager is kind enough to overlook what happened.

I am still worried about how my parents will react once they come to know what happened here. I am sure they will just go ahead and pick a fight with the entire ceremony organizers of the railway department.

Shit, I shouldn't have agreed to follow James and his lackeys.

After waiting for a few minutes a figure appeared rushing towards the sight.
He was a man with graying hair with a beard running towards us in a hurry.

Is that the wagon manager?
Although he looked quite different from the wagon manager that was assigned to our wagon.

The old man then reached the spot and first he saw the maniac Rayzer in chains.

Meanwhile, even Rayzer eyes widened,
"Uncle William! Thank god that you are here. Could you please instruct this disciplinary dog to get rid of these chains?"

The wagon manager happened to be William who I presume was quite close to this maniac.

Uncle William quickly looked around to see the wounded James, the destroyed corridor, and other candidates traumatized. His brows frowned as if he could tell what happened here.