The white-haired Academy Leader, who appeared to be eighteen years of age; Flavyo, the Leader of the Elixir Division whose under-eyes were bruised from a severe lack of sleep; Gorgana, who had clamped her teeth together to suppress her escalating fury; and Abellioni, whose scar appeared vastly more striking under the glare of the sunlight—all pivoted their heads toward the direction the voice had echoed from. The subordinates seated directly behind them joined them as well, and the visage of Deborah—who had managed to secure a spot at the rear—looked like she was chewing on animal excrement.
"You bastard of a whoreson!"
