"Your fox face is starting to piss me off, young lord Fallrain. And the tone you're using is certainly not helping."
The low voice of the bleached-blond-haired boy was indistinguishable from a low snarl of a furious beast.
"Then you're admitting it? You used either a potion again or…"
While Felix was acting as if he wasn't picking up on the obvious signs, his body was starting to let out a barely noticeable shine. The sign of internal spells being cast without a verbal incantation, as he leaned forward over his tray, sneering at Rotsard.
"...you might have even formed a pact with a deo…"
As Felix was continuing the provocation, his eyelids opened a bit more, revealing his beady black eyes staring mockingly at the horribly skinny Rotsard. The thing was, Felix wasn't going to finish the sentence anymore.
*WHAAAAAAAAAM*
Because what his fox-eyes could not register was Rotsard's hand, with his fingers curled but not clenched into a fist, exploding into his face, crushing into and breaking his jaw and cheekbone.
"KYAAAAH!?!" "WHAT IN THE Grand Fae…?!"
First screams were that of fear at the unexpected, when something crashed through the tables, sending the food flying and pushing off the other students. Only a few moments later came the panic and fear at the sight of an upside-down reddish-brown-haired boy with a mincemeat for a face, slammed against the wall opposite to where he was originally sitting.
"..."
…the attacker, the one still sitting by his table, was none other than Rotsard Vallhall, with his hand still extended for the hit.
As if nothing out of the ordinary happened, the bleached-blond-haired boy was not the one to lean forward, towards the silver-gray-haired classmate of his and stare at him expectantly.
"What do you think? Will this be enough for Young Lady Edemsworth, or should I smack you around until she stops suspecting me of gedwyld?"
"...!"
Rotsard asked, and only then his classmate react. The silvery-gray-haired boy tried to pull back so fast that he ended up tripping on the chair and fell, scrambling himself on the ground on all fours in a pathetic attempt to get away.
Not that Rotsard was going to chase him, mind you.
No, instead, the bleached-blond-haired boy moved his attention to none other than the future hero, Justin, who came running to the cafeteria because of the commotion.
…with Amelia Edemsworth following him behind, but far enough to have a clear view of the cafeteria as a whole…
"?!"
With his eyes widened, the future hero stared between the injured red-haired boy blowing bloody bubbles while wheezing, unable to properly catch a breath while no one dared to approach, and the silvery-gray-haired boy, who pushed past him to escape the cafeteria in so much panic as if all deofols were chasing him.
Meanwhile, Rotsard, without taking his eyes off Justin, started to scrape off the frozen blood off of his hand with his fingernails. He did so in such an over-exaggerated manner that it was impossible for Justin to miss him, and once the future hero spotted the bleached-blond-haired boy, his expression darkened.
"What are you waiting for?! Notify the teachers! Those who know healing spells, please check up on that student! Classmate George, please go to the hospital wing and bring back help."
Justin didn't lose his head. Instead, he displayed a behavior that others should have and took control of the situation.
…but no one moved…
Everyone was staring at Rotsard instead, terrified about his next action.
But the bleached-blond-haired boy merely leaned back into his seat and continued eating, munching on bones without ever taking his beastly yellow eyes away from Justin. Only with that matter being clear, with Rotsard clearly showing that he's not interested in anyone else, prompted the rest of the students to start acting on Justin's instructions.
The future hero bit his lips, upset about the course of action, and glanced towards the kitchen door before walking towards Rotsard's table.
As for the kitchen door, the alert, pale-faced kitchen hand boy was standing in there, firmly blocking any other staff member from walking out and intervening while staring at the bleached-blond-haired boy.
"..."
That… seemed to knock-out the wind out of the future hero's sails, but he still walked up to Rotsard and even picked up the knocked chairs before placing one hand on the table and staring down at him.
"Is anxiety gnawing at you so much that you can't control yourself? Shouldn't you present yourself better as a noble? The punishment for this incident will be decided by the teachers, but before that, we will see to our bet being settled! You're not escaping that humiliation."
"Hmph~"
As the future hero declared, using the exact words that Rotsard knew from the deofol's story, the bleached-blond-haired boy smirked at Justin while slightly tilting his head.
What was left for him but to respond the same way, even though he had purposefully written only the wrong answers?
"..."
Well… truth be told, it was quite the problem for Rotsard, and the cocky words appeared to be stuck in his throat.
He failed on purpose, that was the point, but to actually boast about victory while he actively pursued the opposite was… in Rotsard's opinion… another layer of shamelessness only a peasant would display.
"...you… shall eat those words and face the reality… Whimperng sweetly in battered breath beneath me, where your rightful place is…"
"...!"
Finally, Rotsard managed to say the line out loud, although his delivery differed from the 1st volume, less boastful and more of a low growl of a threat. The provocation, without the usual insult at the end, seemed to cause Justin to flinch slightly and lean away as he blinked repeatedly while his face turned slightly pink, seemingly from exasperation over the shamelessness.