‘Dalton Alpenhauser will be killed.’
If it had been a mere commoner saying it, it would have been dismissed as a joke, but I was Ian Percus. A man who, though it had become rare lately, was called the ‘mad dog of the Academy’ for all sorts of eccentric acts.
There was no such thing as impossible. The expressions of those seated, which had frozen in an instant, proved it.
Of course, it wasn’t something I had blurted out without thought.
“Dalton is the person who provided the most direct cause for the tragedy of House Haster, isn’t he? We might be able to hold him accountable for the current situation.”
“Uh, but behind that was the imperial family……”
“It’s not the imperial family.”
My voice returning Senior Sienne’s cautious rebuttal was firm. Not only the princess, who unnecessarily glanced around at the mention of the ‘imperial family,’ but even Leto’s cynical gaze flashed with a faint gleam.
As if to see what nonsense I was spouting.
I resumed my persuasion at once with a heated voice.
“Isn’t…