Chapter 145

Prophet of the Apocalypse.

(prophète de l'apocalypse)

An old man who bore the weight of the world's karma.@@@@

The headmaster stared at the boy before him, his cooling teacup resting beside him.

Across the table sat a blonde with a brazen smile.

He had barged in under the pretense of needing something during office hours, then shamelessly settled himself in the most irritatingly conspicuous spot.

Thus, an impromptu private meeting was arranged.

"Ahem."

He had come saying he just wanted to have a conversation.

Yet now, instead of speaking, he merely fidgeted with his teacup, offering nothing but a cryptic smile whenever their gazes met.

His voice carried lightly.

A few words recalling past events and hinting at what was to come.

He spoke while reminiscing about the last few days.

"Selena... that girl has improved remarkably."

"Did you speak with her directly?"

"I stopped by her hospital room for a moment. What kind of teacher could ignore his only student lying sick in bed?"

"Then that’s good news. I had heard that the relationship between you two had been strained for some time."

"Yes. It had been a while since we last had a meaningful conversation."

A brief recollection.

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