CHAPTER 88 - Real Justice 1.

The stadium fell into an uneasy silence as Alex's cold voice resonated through the air. His command for silence had been enough to still the crowd, but it was his demeanor that truly disturbed them. His expression was icy and unfeeling—something the academy had seen only once. 

But as Alex noticed it, his expression softened, his smile turning warm, yet something in that smile felt hollow, calculated—something no one could perceive, especially the council members since they couldn't even see his face right now.

The students who were shuffling uncomfortably in their seats when they saw his cold expression had their tension lowered when they saw his warm smile, thinking that the cold expression from before was just an illusion their mind played.

Looking at the students, now comfortably waiting for him to speak, Alex began.