I stared at Edmund with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Of all people—him?
I could still barely process the fact that a riot had broken out inside the Academy. That alone was ridiculous enough. But Edmund being right in the middle of it? That crossed the line from absurd to unreal.
Edmund was standing near the front of the crowd, gripping an Academy flag and waving it high above his head.
His posture was straight. His expression was solemn.
He looked less like a student and more like a soldier about to march into battle.
No matter how far the story had already gone off the rails, seeing Edmund like this left me completely speechless.
"…What exactly are you doing?" I muttered, disbelief seeping into my voice. "This is clearly illegal behavior."
The Academy wasn't some private playground for nobles. It was a national institution, directly operated by the Empire. Causing a disturbance here wasn't something that could be brushed off as youthful recklessness.
