Arthur, Maltz, Dico, and the others stood outside the door, along with Mr. and Mrs. Bernice.
But it was Mr. Bernice who kicked the door open.
The gentleman, who enjoyed an excellent reputation in South Los, stared at his daughter on the floor, fury rising in his eyes. Without another word, he picked up the flexible sword from the floor and thrust it at her.
Mrs. Bernice sobbed quietly, but did not stop him.
Because she knew that, after what Edith had done, her daughter deserved no sympathy from anyone and had to be punished.
Even if...
She could not bear it!
Otherwise, the Bernice family would be the ones to suffer.
Mrs. Bernice knew this, and Mr. Bernice understood it even better.
So he showed no mercy.
Linda, standing nearby, felt slightly relieved, but still thought it was not quite perfect-as one of the heirs to the Creados family's bloodline, she always had a distinctive perspective.
It was just that Linda had yet to grow accustomed to it.
But among those present, someone had grown accustomed to it and had long since honed it to perfection.
"Wait!"
By the time Arthur called out sharply, he was already beside Mr. Bernice, his hand gripping the man's wrist as he continued speaking without pause-
"Mr. Bernice, please calm down.
Although such a tragedy would be enough to leave anyone heartbroken, we must understand that this situation only came about because members of the Death Poetry Society incited Edith, while your enemies fanned the flames.
So we need to talk."
As he spoke, Arthur looked at Bernice.
Bernice looked back at Arthur.
Their gazes met.
A second later, the flexible sword was thrown to the floor.
"Mr. Credos, please come to my study. We need to have a serious discussion."
Mr. Bernice