His superior might have put the student in his place for him, but his anger was still not gone; he had to avenge the humiliation with his own hands. It is not known what was going through his mind, what torture methods he was thinking, but as he entered the door, he found a high mountain in front of him.
He bounced back as he slammed, and leaning his back against the wall of the shed, and picked up his weapon. Mel was right in front of him; He was staring at him in his faded red outfit and his dirty gray trousers soaked in blood, but what to look at.
Kulus couldn't stay here for a second longer, and his heartbeat was screaming at him like run away. In one swift move, he stepped out of the dark shed, his hand on the weapon he had yet to draw. How could such a thing happen? He had seen with his own eyes that the Academy Officer Itir had thrust the dagger in; how could he look at her as if nothing had happened?