Pompeii's shadowy gaze made the Vice Principal's spine turn cold. He suddenly looked up and glanced around, only to find Pompeii waggling his eyebrows at him.
"I think the Vice Principal's proposal is excellent. I wholeheartedly support it!" Pompeii applauded enthusiastically, the clapping especially crisp in the solemn conference room, like a string of firecrackers thrown into a church.
"Proposal? What proposal?" Leonardo Flamel scratched his head. He did not recall offering any constructive suggestions.
"I mean the Academy Women's Nude Swimming Championship!"
Old Cowboy's eyes immediately lit up. Looking as if he had found a kindred spirit, he became wildly animated.
"We don't have time to waste on such meaningless topics," Beowulf interrupted the pair. "If the two of you are interested, you can discuss it privately later. Now, tell us the important matters. With every second we waste, the situation may be getting worse."
The moment he spoke, the atmosphere around the conference table became serious. Everyone turned their eyes toward him.
Even among the old families known for their severity, the Beowulf Family were the most hardline dragon slayers. It was said that every Beowulf heir was fed poisonous dragon blood the moment they were born. Only children who survived its toxicity were considered worthy by the family, which was why they were also called "Dragonblood Eaters."
This generation's Beowulf was pale and powerfully built. Sitting there, he resembled a thick limestone gravestone, his aged hands folded together, fine white scales covering the surface of his skin.
The Vice Principal finally became serious. "Show them Ange's final video."
A beam descended from the center of the ceiling, like a glowing rope hanging from the heavens. A girl stood within it. She wore the Kassel College uniform, her skin crystalline to the point of near transparency, and pale