Special Investigation Team

In an instant, immense sorrow and dread flooded Anya.

She abruptly raised her head, her small face already covered in crystal-clear teardrops that rolled down like broken pearls.

Her bright green eyes were washed even more translucent by the tears, filled to the brim with pure remorse and entreaty.

She shouted in a tearful yet exceptionally clear and resonant voice:

"Second Son! I'm sorry!"

"Anya didn't mean to hit you!"

"Anya... Anya wants to be good friends with you too!"

This pear-blossoms-washed-in-rain, emotionally genuine outburst, paired with her rule-breakingly cute crying face, had an effect that was practically at the nuclear level.

The entire cafeteria seemed to instantly quiet down.

Ewen and Emile, who had originally looked imposing, were left dumbfounded, mouths agape as they muttered after a long moment:

"Uh! Is she... kind of cute?"

"Th-this is way too... when she cries..."

As for Damian standing directly opposite, it was as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning from the heavens! Looking at Anya's tear-streaked, pitiful little face, and listening to her tear-choked plea of "good friends,"

his brain went buzz with a blank slate, his heartbeat accelerating wildly out of control, blood rushing violently to the top of his head as his entire face instantly flushed crimson like a ripe tomato!

Kabuto Yakushi, disguised as a janitor, watched from the side and felt gratified inside:

You're doing great, Anya! Just like that! Touch him with sincerity!

Ewen noticed Damian's abnormality and asked cautiously, "Lord Damian? Your face is so red!"

"Th-this is from anger! Right! It's from anger!" Damian snapped back to his senses, flustered and loudly defending himself as he tried to cover up the raging storms inside his heart.

*Damn it! My heart... why is it beating this fast? So chaotic! How could