“Torture Council? Is that how you call us?” He chuckled at the nickname I gave them. I was silent. I meant it!
“I see. I could say the exact same thing about you! You’re torturing us! Ever since you came you managed to get so many problems around you! Aren’t you a trouble magnet?” He asked me, his voice hitting a high pitch. It felt as if he was actually blaming me for all the things that had happened.
“I wouldn’t really call myself that way. You think I’m happy with how the things are?! I have never had such terrible luck! It feels like taking one step in the school grounds made me into a resin, which collects all the bad luck and dirt around! I never asked anyone for their pity nor hatred. I only wanted to study and finish my education. And as you should be well-aware, my grandma’s bee
