It was afternoon in a cramped room.
"If he wants to be first, then let him be." As Gavin spoke, the expressions of the others changed dramatically. The other student council members were stunned. They whispered to each other, expressions powerless and displeased.
"I understand that you don’t want an Easterner to become so successful in the Royal Academy of Music—this is Anglo’s glory, after all," Gavin stated. "But if people want to win, shouldn’t they do it fair and just? We’re all musicians and not some lowly thieves. If you can’t even think about winning fairly, then how are you qualified for searching for the Originator and the ultimate truth?"
Someone hesitated and said quietly, "Actually, if we unite all the schools…"