Among the attacked Orcs, even the most seriously injured had suffered nothing more than superficial wounds.
As for psychological trauma...
There was no such thing as liability for psychological harm on this continent—"It was just a little prank."
She did not say that outright, though, and still gave the vice principal some face.
Seeing that MacMillan refused to budge, Professor Sylph had no choice but to invite the more reasonable "Elf Princess," Lucia Artemis.
"Did they do those things?" After hearing the account, the Elf Princess widened her eyes in astonishment.
But Dark, who knew her quite well, immediately recognized this as the opening move of her "playing dumb" routine.
Clearly, Professor Sylph had no chance of finding a breakthrough through Lucia either.
Even if Dark handled it himself, he could not have achieved a better outcome. Everything the Elves had done was precisely within the limits of the rules.
Even if they had originally been students of Saint Marian Academy, they would at most have a few credits deducted and be confined for a time.
What was more, they were merely exchange students from the Elven Spell Academy. They had not even attended their first class at Saint Marian Academy! "Rather than consider how to punish the Elven students for their violations, why not think about who leaked the matter of the witch doctor's curse?"
Seeing the situation about to reach a stalemate, Dark deliberately changed the subject.
But the moment he finished speaking, Professor Sylph said mercilessly, "Who else could it be? Most likely Robert."
It seemed that two years together had given the professors a thorough understanding of Robert's personality—
Dark could not help nodding. "There is at least an 86.789 percent chance that it was Robert."
Lucia suddenly asked, "How did you calculate that? You can