Factions, Points, and Rules

Everyone's eyes were on Jasmine, waiting quietly and eagerly as she stood in front of the stand with the microphone.

Azriel's gaze drifted to Caleus, who stood a few steps behind her on the right. His face was cold and emotionless, his posture rigid with his back straight and hands clasped behind him.

'Both he and Jasmine had competed for the student council president position. He lost.

And he lost to her again for the title of Apex among the second-years.'

Azriel wondered how he must be feeling right now.

'At least they all know how to keep up appearances in public, like nothing's wrong.'

It reminded him of the Christmas banquet. To everyone else, it seemed like the three of them—Jasmine, Celestina, and Caleus—were close. Few knew that Caleus wasn't on good terms with Jasmine or Celestina.

Azriel's eyes flickered to Celestina. She didn't even spare Caleus a glance. Her piercing gaze remained fixed on Jasmine.