Fate Always Find Its Way

'Did he notice?…'

Emir slowed down his perception of time, then looked at the students, still uniformly standing, awaiting the result.

His gaze turned to Arthur, ass on the ground, left hand holding his right while he gazed at empty space.

Xavier, the one opposite him, looked up at him with eyes that held no lies, eyes with complete purity as if the world's filth never touched him, not even grazing him.

Emir didn't like that look.

[Ly, you think he's fishing?]

[…..Maybe, or he might've bought a report on you like the rest of those golden spoons.]

[Doesn't matter though, does it?]

[True, it's not time, shut him down.]

"Asking personal questions is against the rules, student Xavier. Do you want to walk a mile in Max's shoes?" 

Immediately bowing his head, Xavier stuttered out:

"I-I'm sorry Sir! Please don't give me a penalty, I didn't mean to offend you!"

Emir snickered and patted his shoulder.