There was no reason for the Headmaster to stay for such a silly reason. Right as he confirmed his suspicions, he immediately exited the room. He didn't forget to slam the door shut either, completely erasing his existence from this conflict.
Vatoly sat on the ground, hands outstretched at his friend's fleeing back while sniffing. He portrayed the image of a young broken-hearted woman betrayed by her love. Of course, he was not young, broken-hearted, a woman, or betrayed by his love.
"Is that it?" Avina asked. She had expected his tears to be because of something important. Who would have guessed it would be something so silly?
"What do you mean that's it?" Vatoly glared at her. He stood up and brushed off the dirt and tears. "It's important to me."
"To be jealous of your disciple?" Avina raised an eyebrow.