Root Of The Conflict
A few days later.
It was in the middle of the day. The sun was shining brightly in the blue and cloudless sky.
Because it was the weekend, the students did not have any lessons. And yet, some students were still found on the academy grounds, leisurely walking and chatting with their friends.
However, students from the black class were now in the public again.
They did not hide anymore nor were they living in constant fear outside.
Apparently, since the incident a few days ago, everything slowly turned back to normal. Even the shops and restaurants in the city welcomed the students again.
On that day, they may not have proven their skill but they did for sure show their willpower to the other classes, earning their recognition and respect.
"So? What do you want from me?"
In an area far away from the academy but still also on its grounds, there was a special building.