A woman with grey hair and eyes stepped into the classroom from the shabby door.
Instantly, a devastating pressure descended onto Amon, and he felt his knees almost give out under its weight.
Amon glanced at her with some struggle, his eyes shrinking slightly.
'The school head? What's the school head doing here?' instinctively, he thought that Helena was responsible.
'But that can't be the case…' Amon froze, then realised he didn't understand the gift at all, which meant…
'It might actually be the case!' Amon's eyes narrowed as he kept his head low.
The school head approached with light steps and passed Amon, the faint scent of banana and vanilla lingering slightly in his nose.
Amon felt slightly dumbfounded.
At that moment, his eyes fell on Damien, and he couldn't help but be bewildered for a moment.
Damien's face was slightly red, and there was a hint of embarrassment as he stood upright, glancing at her without much emotion.
