The medical team advanced toward Professor Klass's private office. They found a student seated inside, surrounded by a burgeoning stack of important documents. The medical staff approached without hesitation, addressing the person who appeared to be assisting the faculty.
"Have you seen Professor Klass?"
The student replied without lifting his gaze from the paperwork, his tone suggesting the visitors were an unnecessary distraction.
"Upstairs," the student stated curtly.
The team proceeded to the rooftop, the building's highest point, which served as Professor Klass's quiet refuge. Meanwhile, another student displayed an openly scowling, displeased expression, and muttered a scathing remark to his friend.
"How could that rude kid be so close to the professor? He's so ill-mannered."
The other student placed a gentle, calming hand on his friend's shoulder, urging him to accept the reality of their environment.
"Come on, you know what kind of person the professor is. You can't stop him."
The medical team ascended to the rooftop. They found Professor Klass standing there, his hands deeply settled into the pockets of his long, dark coat, allowing the cool breeze to drift over him.
They walked over to Klass with clear intent, presenting the important object encased in a clear plastic bag with meticulous care.
"This is the bullet that Mr. Nesvan shot into Mr. Bakvik's shoulder."
The doctors handed the projectile to Professor Klass, who took it into his hand for close examination.
The doctors looked openly concerned, as if they desperately wished to impart some disturbing secret. However, Professor Klass simply turned and walked away, utterly uninterested in their expression or any further conversation.
"Thank you."
...Elsewhere, Bakvik strode through a large gathering of students. Everyone shied away from him, their bodies instinctively retreating in fear. Whispers from a distant cluster of students drifted into his awareness.
"I saw him dodge Nesvan's bullet."
"Did Professor Nesvan really shoot Bakvik? Something must be seriously wrong."
"Why would someone like Professor Nesvan shoot a student? There has to be a major underlying reason."
"But it's true, though. I saw it with my own eyes."
..Bakvik overheard every word they spoke and continued his walk past the gossiping students. Everyone stared at Bakvik with a mixture of curiosity and shock, their gaze filled with immediate judgment. Bakvik spoke, his voice laced with clear displeasure for their petty behavior.
"Who gave you permission to talk about me?"
The students froze stiff in surprise when they heard Bakvik's voice and realized he was standing right there.
...Bakvik fixed them with a terrifyingly cold stare. In that moment, nearly all the students rapidly scattered, like paper caught in a gust of wind. The remaining students scrambled to defend themselves with careless excuses.
"We haven't even mentioned you."
Bakvik surveyed the remaining students and let a cunning smile creep across his face.
"Everyone, I have something to tell you."
The students looked at Bakvik with suspicion, but his smile was saturated with self-assurance and clear intent.
"A month ago, I saw these girls beating up Racquelna when she hadn't been accepted by the university yet."
Everyone was shocked and turned to face the accused group of female students, who immediately denied the accusation, trying to shift blame.
"What are you talking about? Don't slander me."
The other students turned to look at Racquelna, who was hiding behind another student for support.
"We didn't hurt her, did we? Is this true?"
Racquelna felt intense pressure, clearly fearful of exposing the truth to everyone. Every eye in the crowd was fixed on Racquelna, but Bakvik did not look back at her.
The group of girls attempted to use emotional manipulation.
"We've been together for two years. Don't you love us?"
At that moment, Bakvik decisively interrupted, cutting short their emotional appeal.
"You tell the truth, or else..."
Bakvik pulled Racquelna closer, enveloping her shoulder with his arm in a display of ownership and protection, before revealing the full truth to everyone without fear of the consequences.
"After I saw you guys slap her..."
The atmosphere became still, as if time had frozen, with Bakvik standing as the center of that universe.
"I walked up to her. 'Singing by the pool.'"
Racquelna gasped, her cheeks flushing deep red from embarrassment mixed with gratitude. Her beautiful eyes trembled as if on the verge of tears from the overwhelming emotion.
"When someone was hurt, she ran to help. She didn't even think about it for a second, even though her powers aren't combat-oriented."
Just then, Lonner walked in, accompanied by the Student Council President. Lonner appeared completely calm and composed despite the high-tension situation.
"Yes, these girls have many heroic deeds. Not just here."
Bakvik gave Lonner a look of appreciation for his well-timed shrewdness.
"You're so cunning."
The group of girls refused to surrender, desperately trying to find a way to maintain their image as good people.
"Wait, everyone! Listen to us!"
Lonner immediately ordered the Student Council President to escort the students away to prevent any further excuses.
"Take them away. Don't listen to a word they say. They're liars."
...Bakvik smiled slyly. The gaze of the female students was fixed on him, filled with furious hatred and malice.
Racquelna grabbed Bakvik's hand and hurriedly ran out to a less populated area. Her eyes were teary, and her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of feelings.
"You don't have to help me like this."
Bakvik remained silent, simply giving her a cold, weighty stare, as if communicating a deeper meaning.
"I've never done anything for myself, except wait for others to protect me. It's still the same now."
Bakvik sat down on the floor without hesitation.
"How many orphans did you take care of during the holidays?"
Racquelna replied, unable to recall the exact number. "I can't remember."
Racquelna continued, her voice soft with sincerity. "I grew up there. Raising the younger kids since I was able to do it."
Bakvik spoke with insight, trying to make her see her own worth.
"Perhaps the teachers you see every day are orphans—the children you care for for the rest of your life."
Racquelna was stunned by Bakvik's sharp words. She grew quiet and subdued, offering no response, clearly deep in thought about what he had said.
The group of female students was sent to meet the university's influential figure within a dark, imposing hallway. The Student Council President stood strictly behind them.
"They have many other heroic deeds."
The female students still refused to accept their fate, pleading for mercy.
"We didn't mean to. Let us go."
At that moment, Lonner, serving as the crucial witness, walked in and disclosed all the details to the gathered individuals.
"The information found is that they hired thugs to beat up people they disliked, bullied those who couldn't fight back, poisoned their enemies, and so on."
The influential figure spoke with a tone of utter boredom and dismissal for such trivial matters.
"I'm so fed up. Hand them over to the authorities. These women are just termites. There's no need for us, the upper class, to judge. It's a waste of time."
Following the ruling, the group of female students was handed over to the authorities for legal processing, as they were merely ordinary individuals subject to regular law.
The Truth of the Projectile
Later, in Professor Klass's office.
The professor was meticulously examining the projectile Nesvan used to shoot Bakvik. Professor Klass was utterly dumbfounded when he uncovered the hidden truth.
"It's a fake bullet made of hard rock! Bakvik felt pain because it was mixed with a low-grade poison and Nesvan's magic power."
Professor Klass looked at Nesvan's picture in his notebook and murmured to himself, his voice full of curiosity and unanswered questions.
"What are you thinking, Nesvan?"
Stay tuned for the next episode...