"Itir, when all this charade is over, I will speak to you privately!"
His subordinates were injured, and his bones were visible from the cuts on his chest, but Itir's eyes, which covered most of his tiny face, were looking at none other than Deborah. Despite being the senior who runs the Academy Staff, he only had to swallow at these threatening words, the woman who had unsheathed her bent sword was no joke.
"I heard that you losers are reluctant to fill your quotas for the Energy Crystal Mine, the useless horde that is the reason why I am in a place called the Far Circle. You were so rebellious that even the violence of your Kapos could not dissuade you from your decision.
After your little rebellion, what you deserve is a painful death, but I will use you to train those Red Claw Academy has placed under my command this time. You, Academy Officers in martial uniforms, turn to your right and look at the students of the Far Circle. Tell me, what do you see?"