To her, Ignar Dragovic had always been the strongest existence. Cold, distant, rarely speaking, but carrying a strength that made people naturally admire him. That kind of person should have been fearless, the type who would rather fall in battle than lower his head.
Yet today, he had surrendered.
That was not simply losing. It was abandoning his own pride.
Drusilla's temper was far harsher. Her anger had been brewing ever since Reesa mocked them, and now she vented it directly at Ignar Dragovic, her words sharp like needles.
"You're not only fighting for yourself, but you're fighting for Lunar Academy's dignity too! How could you choose to admit defeat? Do you know how much we're being laughed at right now?"
Her accusations were loud, filled with resentment, as if Ignar Dragovic had personally dragged them into disgrace.
Ignar Dragovic slowly lifted his head.
