South Beach
"Training room? No, not that," Headmaster Axton said. "I meant the fifth floor. Did you enter it?"
"Fifth floor? Is there even a fifth floor?" Apollo asked 'innocently.'
"Yes, there is!" Axton said, his eyes narrowing at the beggar. "Answer me truthfully! This is an important matter."
"Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about," Apollo's tone turned cold.
Seeing the beggar's stubbornness, Axton's face turned red. This person is very frustrating! Why is he not telling the truth?! "Personal Disciple Yoma, the fifth floor is something only the chosen one can enter. If you did, tell me—it's a very important matter for the school."
I figured, Apollo thought, but the more important it was, the less he wanted to reveal the truth. He could sense the consequences if they found out. Although he didn't know the specifics, he knew enough to realize it would only bring trouble. He didn't want to take on too much.