Beautiful Violence

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Sometime earlier…

Emir and Amon arrived at the banquet hall on the fourth floor.

It was near where the clubs had their daily and/or weekly meetings. 

Such a place only existed for the SS-class students; the ones below didn't have such a thing. Not only because of their 'impurity' but also because there was no space on the third floor to house such rooms, after all, the 'impure' outnumbered the 'pure.' 

"So… Will you tell me now?"

Amon asked a question that he had seemingly asked multiple times before.

"You mean why I brought you here?"

"Of course I meant that!"

Emir raised his brows, feigning surprise at Amon's reaction of 'anger' towards him.

"Sure, well, as I said… I need a witness, someone the students will trust."

Amon showed a smug grin.

"I see… Who wouldn't 'trust' the principal, right?"

Emir matched it.

"Exactly."