As Norton's burning figure vanished into the distant sky, the scorching air seemed to cool abruptly. The delicate balance they had barely maintained in the face of a formidable enemy was now completely gone.
The invisible strings between Amon, Angers, and Mai Sakatoku tightened once more.
Though they had been forced by the pressure of facing Norton to avoid a more violent conflict, even seeming faintly inclined to join forces against their enemy, that brief cooperation could not erase their wariness of one another.
The remains of a Dragon King—before such immense profit, even allies might turn against each other.
Amon was the first to break the dangerous silence. He clicked his tongue softly, and his burning Golden Eyes quietly dimmed. The dangerous aura around him receded like a tide as he voluntarily withdrew from Blood Rage.
He even gracefully took two steps back, spreading his hands in a gesture of "after you."
His gaze swept over the corpse in Angers's hands, which still radiated majesty even in death. "I think this will become a precious addition to the college's collection and should naturally be kept safely—just now, I was worried certain petty thieves might take the opportunity to make off with it. Since you've already stepped in, Principal, there's no need for me to meddle."
The sharpness in Angers's eyes gradually withdrew. His gaze lingered on Amon for a moment, examining every subtle expression on the mysterious man's face.
The folding knife clenched in his hand lowered slightly, but did not return to its sheath. A smile that revealed neither pleasure nor anger slowly appeared on his face as he said warmly, "A quick response and an accurate judgment. Thank you for your assistance—it doesn't count as meddling. You are part of the college as well.
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