A Clash of Ideals

A Clash of Ideals

'A bloodline, hm?' Back in the VIP lounge, Principal Vermont mused as he took in the information.

One would expect him to at least be a little furious at watching his students get waved off like they were unimportant, yet he seemed more interested in Osho than his own students at the moment.

He watched the replay of the entire altercation, and the more he saw, the more he became certain that the bloodline assessment was correct. It wasn't normal for a beast to suppress other beasts that weren't that much weaker than it with such ease.

'Interesting.' He thought and shifted his gaze to Principal Timothy, who was having a conversation with Fredrick, who looked a lot less uncomfortable.

"Timothy, it seems like you've been busy lately. Is this boy your trump card?" Vermont asked, his voice cutting through the din of conversation like a knife as he addressed the older man casually.