Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses
Chapter 48: Hidden Agenda

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Hidden Agenda

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The rhythmic sound of a stress-relief artifact on the desk relived no one’s stress, in fact, it further intensified the tension in the room as two young men in uniforms sat across from a middle-aged man with neck-length gray hair. The disciplinarian wore glasses with thick lenses and was dressed in a checked black and white shirt, seated with his elbows resting on the table, his fingers intertwined as his chin rested upon them.

He finally sighed after a full hour of silence.

"Now I want each of you to recount the events that transpired in the cafeteria based on your point of view. I want the absolute truth," he said, tilting his stiff neck slightly. "Mr. Rophenia?" He spoke, referring to Aden von Rophenia, the third prince of Ezram.

"Well, I had just arrived at the cafeteria after a meeting with my teammates only to find this... insect," Aden began.

"Language," the man interjected.

"I arrived with Ethan, a fellow teammate, and found Auston here harassing a female student. Unable to condone his degenerate behavior, I intervened and tried to stop him, but he remained adamant and chose to fight me rather than release the victim of his degeneracy."

"That was not what happened!" Auston protested, having none of it.

"Mr. Orton," the man gave Auston a glance, to which he fell silent.

"Go on," he nodded toward Aden.

"I couldn’t just let things continue as they were, so I intervened and fought," Aden said.

"Even when knowing it was against the rules?" The man’s indifferent voice reached him.

"I truly am sorry concerning that. It was unbecoming of me—I let my emotions control my actions. I just couldn’t watch such behavior happen in front of me and not act," Aden said, his voice filled with conviction.

"You could have always reported to the authorities," the man added.

"It was not my intention for it to escalate to that level. I only wanted to aid a fellow student," Aden replied.

"But according to the footage review... you attacked first." To this, Aden could only bite his lips. It seemed smooth talking wasn’t getting him out of this situation.

"Mr. Orton?" the disciplinarian spoke, satisfied with what he had heard from Aden.

"I... sighs... My friend was having a breakdown due to the loss of someone dear to her. I was only trying to get her to open up. She’s my friend, after all," Auston said those last words as though they gave him some sort of right over the friend he spoke about, but the man didn’t comment—he just nodded.

"While we were talking, Aden here suddenly showed up and began harassing us both. All I did was protect her from him," Auston said, his gaze that of someone who had committed a crime and felt sorry about it.

"But according to the footage, you were indeed holding this very ’friend’ of yours against her will. Is that not a form of harassment?" the man spoke calmly, to which Auston could only frown.

At this point, they both realized it: there was no getting out of here. They were seriously fucked.

The man sighed, moved back, and rested against the backrest of his black leather chair. He then leaned slightly toward the corner of the armrest, his right hand remaining on the table as his fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood.

"You know your positions in this institution, yet you chose to act the way you did," he said, and both young men shifted uncomfortably.

"Do you accept your faults?" was all he asked next. There was no need for procrastination—it was clear they had both erred and broken strict academy rules.

They kept silent, sending silent glares to one another.

"Come in," the man suddenly said, making them turn their attention to the door where a young man walked in carrying a briefcase.

"Do it," he commanded. The young man nodded, walked toward a small table by the side, placed the briefcase there, and after some fiddling, opened it. He then pulled out what looked like...

"Ether cuffs," Aden muttered, realizing just how dire the situation had become. It wasn’t just bad—it was extremely bad.

Click.Click.

They were both cuffed, and then the relic glowed briefly before dimming.

"This is your last warning. You should have received a punishment more severe than this, but since this is the first time you have broken the rules so openly, I’m letting you off with just a slap on the wrist. For one week, you will remain in those cuffs," the man said, and both young men’s eyes widened.

This was not a slap on the wrist! This was a fucking problem.

"Sir, but the test tomorrow," Auston said.

"Exactly. Now leave my office—I have work to do," the man replied, and they both gritted their teeth.

If they didn’t perform well in the upcoming test for the reshuffling, they would be completely disadvantaged.

But there was nothing they could do. This was the head disciplinarian—if he wanted to completely exclude them from the test as a form of discipline, he would do it.

Realizing that trying to negotiate wouldn’t work, they both stood up and walked out of the man’s office hesitantly.

Slam!

The door closed behind them. They looked at each other briefly.

"Watch your back, insect. Watch your back," Aden said and began walking away, his mind already formulating plans to make Auston pay. In fact, he could use this situation to his advantage.

"You should too," Auston muttered under his breath. He wasn’t an idiot—he knew what the third prince was planning, but who said he couldn’t do the same to that bastard?

He watched Aden’s retreating figure for a while, his gaze darkening. She belongs to me, no one else.

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