"Has he left yet?"
"No, he's still inside there."
Anne yawned while Pierre held an umbrella to protect the both of them from the rainstorm.
Next to them was a small black bag that wriggled once in a while however because they were on a tree branch, it would only make small movements.
Pierre grabbed Anne's attention by grabbing her shoulder as he pointed
"He's finally left."
Seeing the poor state Dean was in, a smile slowly crept onto Anne's face.
Blood seeped from his neck which was caused by the blade the swordsman held but it was only a superficial wound that actually wasn't dangerous or serious.
Disheveled hair and a bruised forehead caused by the other teacher grabbing his hair when he bowed and the bruise originated from the kowtow
The clean clothes were a wreck due to the excessive rashness he had when he confronted the teacher while dust stained his arms.
Having seen the horrible state Dean was in, Anne was able to draw a hypothesis.
After witnessing the horrible death of his best friend, it drove him into insanity that he started to cause troubles to the teacher which ended with him being disciplined.
A believable story and a poor reputation with the teachers was the exact situation Anne was looking for.
"He must be in so~ much pain. Once we add one last painful trauma then he should be done."
"We've already discussed. There's no room for errors"
Anne hushed the voice of Pierre with a kiss as she grabbed the bag and forcefully dropped it off the tree branch.
Once hitting the ground, there was a lack of a bounce but instead a recoil that caused the bag to coil itself into a ball however the restriction of the bag material left it to make slight movements.
Leaping off and gracefully landing, Pierre and Anne were not stained by a single rain.
Dragging the bag like a sack of potatoes, Anne commanded
"We're going to the meeting area, now."
Dean felt tired and extremely stressed with the dangerous situation of a stand off.
An annoying argument that should be settled between the two parties suddenly dragged him into it with dagger like eyes staring.
The miserable state he was in continued to get worse.
An uncertain future was waiting him but he wasn't sure when everything would just collapse into dust and destruction.
He was just a small speck in the universe, any problems he faced were not even worthy of being written in a history book.
Such a groggy sense of fate was confusing his state of mind as he noticed that there was a note just behind his door.
It was most likely slid in from the outside which managed it to come inside his room.
The poor security was an opportunity for Dean to hold the academy in disdain but it was this opportunity that allowed him to harm Christian and settle a partial bit of their grudge.
Opening up the letter his mind fell blank
We hope to hold an emergency meeting within the usual spot at the forest. Please hurry'
He guessed that it was from either Ayesha, Pierre or Anne but felt troubled by the phrasing.
Such neat handwriting was unusual if this was written in a hurry but the main point that grabbed Dean's thoughts was more troubles.
It was similar to a void that just took and took without giving anything back.
The frustration was beginning to get him when he realized how weak he was compared to the teachers.
Throwing the letter into the bin, Dean ran out the door and ran all the way to the distant forest.
No one was walking around this time as it was beginning to get late however Dean was able to see a faint light within the forest.
Like an insect attracted to the light, Dean slowly passed shrubs and bushes in order to find the source that was emitting that light.
"Oh, you're finally here?"
Anne smiled and waved to Dean as he had just entered the clearing but Pierre showed a cold emotionless face.
"What's the emergency?"
Dean was curious why they specifically had to do the meeting here as the only reason they originally went to the forest was to make sure Christian wouldn't hear rumors about them.
"Pierre hold it carefully"
"You've gone too far into the rabbit hole! What good is it to waste time?"
Sighing in a slight emotional distress, Pierre held up the bag Anne had been carrying and took it off to reveal what was inside.
Inside was Ayesha with bruises scattered along every inch of her body, cuts soaked with water and dirt; unnaturally bent body parts.
She was overall tortured into a disfigured person that was tied and gagged.
Dean was further surprised with this as he didn't understand why they were calling their theatrical play an 'emergency'.
The blood seemed really realistic as well as the mixtures that was used to create the tone of a bruise and the body parts that were sticking out in weird angles were probably done using a pill.
Unfortunately for him, Anne made sure to make the clearing in the forest a little larger to create the illusion that Dean was close to where they were despite being farther then normal.
This effect caused him to not notice they were serious with the injuries and they weren't fake.
Pierre held Ayesha by the hair and lifted her up while Anne took out a blade.
Dean frowned on the act as Anne's blade seemed too realistic for an act as he walked further to tell them to knock it off.
Out of pure sympathy, Pierre took out the gag of Ayesha so that she could speak a few words
"I-I really do-"
It was struggle to continue talking with the pain as well as the fact that her head was already off her body.
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