"Well, well, if it isn't the little prodigy. Aimer, right? The so-called wunderkind. Where are you rushing off to?"
"Becker… Move. I need to get to the exam."
"Exam, you say? Why run off so soon? What, you don't enjoy our school?"
"N-no… And I don't owe you any answers!"
"What a pity. On the contrary, you owe me plenty."
Becker seized her shoulder and shoved her to the ground.
"Ahhh—!"
"All your ideals about becoming better are complete nonsense. The world isn't ruled by magic, not even brute force. Cunning and audacity are what allow the strong to remain strong. The weak will remain in the background, as they are meant to!"
"D-don't touch her…!"
"Hm? And who's this runt? Pathetic. Small, weak, useless."
He struck Tyrion so hard the boy collapsed.
"You're not going anywhere. You'll stay here till lunch. Plenty of time for us to have our fun."
