Isbilun family's head and ten other people were sitting in the Headmaster's chambers. They were served tea, but it was getting cold as they had not touched it.
"Headmaster, our family has regularly contributed to the academy's development with donations, as well as other minor things." The Isbilun family head's eyes held contained fury, but his voice was composed. "And now, my son is dead here."
The Headmaster sighed. "I understand your pain. But I am not lying. The student who killed your son is not here."
"Don't try to hide or protect him, Headmaster." The Isbilun family head's jaw clenched. "Otherwise, I will make sure this academy is razed to the ground even if it costs my life!"
The Headmaster's eyes narrowed coldly.
But then he ruefully smiled and spoke. "I am not lying. However, that student will be here soon. The academy has decided to take its hands off this matter."
"You can wait in the arena for him."
The Isbilun family head and the others were surprised.
