Fifth day of Sapta’xahr, 4044 AOT
Headmaster’s Office
The yellow-orange tint of the setting sun passes through the window.
“Do you know why I called you here?”
The usual noise of the students’ small talk is nowhere to be heard.
“No idea.”
“You’re not even trying.” The headmaster picks a stick of cigarette from a pack inside his coat’s pocket. “I want to prevent some problems as much as I can.”
“Good luck on that.”
“Let me finish talking!” He coughs. “I need your cooperation, Azalea.”
“Ah-” She pauses for a moment. She moves her hands in with comical gestures. “Is that why you are talking as if we’re about to uncover some… conspiracy~”
“You can drop the goofy act now. You know you don’t have to pretend in front of me.” He pulls his drawer open and then fishes out a white folder
