Inside the infirmary, a heavy silence hung in the air. A few teachers stood gathered around the bed where Sylvie lay, her face pale against the white sheets. Among them was Adrian, his expression tense.
Worry clouded every face in the room. This wasn't just about a student getting hurt—this was the Princess of the Nation. And even though the academy prided itself on treating all students equally, everyone knew the truth. Right now, no one can stay calm.
"I'm disappointed in you, Instructor Nordan," one of the senior professors said sharply, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
"You should've stopped the match before it got out of hand. No—" he shook his head, "you never should've let them face each other in the first place."
