The door to the chamber was wide open, and standing right in front of it was none other than Si Ya Lin.
"Come forward," Dean Zerella instructed, her voice rising a pitch higher.
Si Ya walked to the bench in short, careful strides, her hands folded behind her back. She stopped before the tribunal, just a few meters to my right.
"Speak honestly," the Dean said, flipping a page in her book and scribbling carefully into it. "Do you recall the match you fought yesterday?"
"I do," she replied.
"Who was your opponent?"
"Lucy Daevalia."
"Did you harbor any ill will toward your opponent?"
"I did."
"During this fight, did you intend to hurt her?"
"Yes," Si Ya responded. "I also intended to kill her."
The murmurs in the crowd swelled instantly. Professor Long patted down his long beard, while Professor Varyn wore a smile which seemed to say, 'I told you so.'
"Can you clarify why, Miss Lin?"
"I... resented her."
"For what reason?"
"I was... afraid of her."
