Crushing flags and claiming the Villainess

Chapter 5: Chapter 4- Trial(3)

Chapter 5: Chapter 4- Trial(3)

Fiancée. He called her, his fiancée. Not 'woman' or 'You!' but...

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at his wide back; numerous emotions were reflected in her tears as she bit her lips to refrain from sobbing.

Morkel's jaw was moving, signifying that the guy was grinding his teeth furiously. Unintentionally he even released his aura, making Hayden frown, as he warned,

"Professor Morkel." @@@@

The bespectacled man heaved a sigh before giving a slight bow and saying,

"I apologize for the display, Sir Hayden, but the student has forgotten the fact that within the boundaries of this academy, every student is equal. So student Austin needs to be reminded that until he is studying here, he has to respect his professors."

Austin scoffed but didn't say anything against that. Returning his attention to the supreme authority, he said,

"I apologize if I said something rude, but in my opinion, everyone has the right to present their views before any conclusion can be drawn. And if Professor Morkel threatens someone close to me because I said something, then it's natural for me to react, sir."

Austin justified himself, and this time, the Headmaster supported him, "Yes, I can understand. But Austin, I recommend you tame your aura."

Austin was...genuinely surprised. He never realized that he released his aura. He doesn't even know how it feels to have magic.

Naturally, he avoided showing any surprise and after giving a nod of affirmation, he continued.

"So yes, after her gown was damaged, Valerie reacted, and she had all the reason to do so."

This time Rudolph interjected, "How does that work? Have you lost your mind, Austin? Can a dress make someone react so violently?"

The opinion was shared by every single person except for Valerie and Austin in the room.

Their homeroom teacher, Cassie, also nodded, "Yes, Austin. If it had been somewhere appropriate her reaction might have been justified. But Rhea only tore the side of her dress."

Even the headmaster gave a nod to show that he was in support of the statement.

Parkinson smirked, 'Let's see how you defend that bitch now!'

Austin heaved a sigh and turned towards the person who asked him the question.

Morkel frowned; this was not what was supposed to happen. He wanted the insane bitch to get punished, not Rhea actually lowering her head!

However, before he or anyone else could have said nothing, the Headmaster finally stood up—garnering everyone's attention.

With his hands crossed behind his back, the old man said, "After hearing the whole thing and realizing under what circumstances the two students acted, I have concluded that student Valerie will indeed be punished."

Austin frowned, however, he didn't interrupt the man from continuing,

"However, considering Student Rhea was also in the wrong I won't charge Valerie with the same punishment which she should have been."

Turning his gaze towards the violet-haired teenager, the older one said, "For the next two weeks, you need to spend an extra hour with the previous disciplinary chief who is in third year and do whatever she tells you. It will help you realize the consequences of your impulsive decisions."

Valerie, now in a much better mood than how she came in, instantly lowered her head and accepted the punishment.

Then the old man turned towards Rhea and said, "Rhea, you will have to give an extra hour to our librarian, who will help you understand the meaning of tolerance and composure. He will teach you to control your anger."

"...I understand, sir." Rhea also bowed and accepted her punishment.

Then suddenly Parkinson jumped in, "Wait...are you just glossing over the fact that Rhea's soul was damaged?!"

It was true; Soul Shard is the extension of one's soul and Valerie snapped it into two.

Along with lowered life expectancy, Rhea would face several more side effects of such damage.

The Headmaster heaved a sigh before saying, "I have already informed the church; they will come and look at her case tomorrow."

Parkinson frowned—not happy with such leniency. However, before he could have said anything, Morkel pulled him back and grimly shook his head.

The teenager growled before he pursed his lips and glared at Austin.

If only he hadn't intervened...

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A/N:- Thanks for reading. I would appreciate it if you add this book to your library.